MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
"I don't mind that at all," Maea assured her, almost giddy with delight. "Quite the opposite, in fact. I've had more than one person ask why I prefer the presence of Ludo over the other gods... and I could never understand why they did not. No explain it to anyone's satisfaction." Perhaps it was just that they were similar. Different in color and shape, but cut from the same cloth.
"You... don't strike me as someone who pretends to be someone you are not," she went on to explain. Gazing at the dark-haired girl, Maea's misty eyes were clear and keen, seeming able to see through most layers of protections and defenses, to the core of a being. While not wholly reliable, and prone to being colored with what she wanted to see, it was still a skill that had gotten her this far.
"You... don't strike me as someone who pretends to be someone you are not," she went on to explain. Gazing at the dark-haired girl, Maea's misty eyes were clear and keen, seeming able to see through most layers of protections and defenses, to the core of a being. While not wholly reliable, and prone to being colored with what she wanted to see, it was still a skill that had gotten her this far.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
