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." "It's one thing to hear about it and a whole other to actually see it," she snapped back. "Told you, I've never been here before!" Nerves were fraying, tempers flaring, and as she pushed long tendrils of white hair out of her face, Maea knew she was regretting coming here. It now seemed a very foolish way of imposing change on herself. Sadly, it appeared she was one of those people who only realized that in hindsight, and it was already too late. All they could do now was fight their way back out of the Labyrinth, if only Loren was well enough to walk. Worrying, however, proved quite wasted. The man was infuriatingly capableof taking care of himself. Not only did he know herbs and could summon animals, he was able to heal himself and use thought magic, Just like Maea. His rock, aimed at the squirrel, was quickly joined by a second one shot from her upheld palm. It struck the animal square in the chest with a sickening smack. Squeaking a sharp "No!" it crashed to the ground, then skittered off into the underbrush, dazed or dying - she didn't know. Whirling around, Maea glared at Loren. "Stop making me feel so gods damned useless! Is there anything you can't do? Walk on water, sprout wings and fly? Oh wait, no, you did that already."