You're so cold
but you feel alive
Maea shook her head. "Oh no, I just thought that perhaps you had wanted some grand ceremony at one of the bigger shrines," she said with a smile.
Inspecting the necklace more closely, she had to agree with Amun's assessment. Metal was rare in the Hollow Grounds, or had been in the past hundreds of years beneath the bubble. To find something like this was rather unusual, especially in the house of a farmer who literally scraped a living off the land. Maea tried to recall whom the bowl had belonged to, if it had been a grandmother or someone even further down the line... but the thing had been sitting in the barn long enough to collect dust, and she couldn't remember.
Noticing his gesture, she held out the necklace by the chain and let the charm come to rest on his palm before the rest of the coiling silver followed suit. Somewhat bemused, the girl took a step closer. The idea of wearing some unknown woman's jewelry - no doubt a devout one, if the symbols were anything to go by - was strange and a little unsettling. But there was no reason to refuse either; so she let Amun do as he pleased.
Effort. Except, it didn't take that much effort to turn and pull the braid out of the way, exposing her neck to him. Less than she had thought. Far less than she had feared.
Inspecting the necklace more closely, she had to agree with Amun's assessment. Metal was rare in the Hollow Grounds, or had been in the past hundreds of years beneath the bubble. To find something like this was rather unusual, especially in the house of a farmer who literally scraped a living off the land. Maea tried to recall whom the bowl had belonged to, if it had been a grandmother or someone even further down the line... but the thing had been sitting in the barn long enough to collect dust, and she couldn't remember.
Noticing his gesture, she held out the necklace by the chain and let the charm come to rest on his palm before the rest of the coiling silver followed suit. Somewhat bemused, the girl took a step closer. The idea of wearing some unknown woman's jewelry - no doubt a devout one, if the symbols were anything to go by - was strange and a little unsettling. But there was no reason to refuse either; so she let Amun do as he pleased.
Effort. Except, it didn't take that much effort to turn and pull the braid out of the way, exposing her neck to him. Less than she had thought. Far less than she had feared.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
