A few marbles short

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Whipping her head around to see where the call had come from, Maea barely had time to see the squirrel before it was scared off by a hawk. Really? From nowhere? Which then disappeared into thin air again? It reeked of magic, and she fixed narrowed eyes on Loren as he drew his dagger. "Neat trick" she said, breath coming just a bit quicker. She had not reacted quickly enough to even do anything, and there he was, calm as a magna vermis by a puddle. "Tell me again about the things you did to challenge yourself? I might want lessons." Trying to memorize the path they took, for each turn Maea kept just little bit closer to Loren. The added excitement around them made it harder for her to keep a level face when talking about Amalia, and a tone of old bitterness crept into her voice as she shrugged and replied. "Oh, I doubt they will hold that against her. She tried, at least. It's all she usually have to do to get her dreams come true." Keeping her eyes out for more squirrels, Maea gestured with her hands, emphasizing a pent up frustration that went years back. "Don't get me wrong, I really am sorry she got hurt, but Amalia usually comes down with her feet first. She's always been the lucky one."