You're so cold
but you feel alive
A semblance of routine had settled over her life. Maea woke up early each day, often before dawn, and began her day with a run through the ruins. The many winding paths required her to keep her attention on alert, both because of the treacherous path but also because of the potential dangers she could encounter. So far she had not seen any rock golems, but the girl knew it was only a matter of time. Once she had run the distance, she found a sheltered spot and worked through the exercises Deimos had given her to increase her flexibility. It actually helped develop muscle too, she had discovered, if only because she was sorely lacking of them to begin with. It was a series of stretches, moves and lunges that took her the better part of an hour to work through, and when she could find no more strength left in her to continue she went back to the VlamVloed to clean up and grab a bite to eat. After that, she was either cooped up at the guildhall or hidden behind a stack of books by a table somewhere, busy studying. Her writing had improved quickly; reading was coming along nicely too, and the difficulty of the books she plowed through was increasing day by day.
Come evening (often after forgetting to eat at all), she went through her training regimen again. It was uncertain whether the General had intended for the double shifts, but no one had told Maea that she couldn't do it, and so... she did as she pleased.
This morning was different. Instead of going back to the tavern she made her way through the empty streets of the Settlement towards the militia barracks. Sunjata had promised to train her, and she wanted to see if he was back from his trip to Halo yet. She had no idea what it had been about, just that he had been grumpy before he left and hadn't been skulking about the bar in a few days. All things considered... perhaps that was a good thing. She still wasn't sure how to treat him after their last encounter, if what happened by the river should stay a river's secret... honestly she didn't know what she wanted. What she might prefer.
Entering the training yard, she found it mostly empty. Only one or two early birds had shown up, and Maea looked around, to see if she might spot the tall man she was here for.
Come evening (often after forgetting to eat at all), she went through her training regimen again. It was uncertain whether the General had intended for the double shifts, but no one had told Maea that she couldn't do it, and so... she did as she pleased.
This morning was different. Instead of going back to the tavern she made her way through the empty streets of the Settlement towards the militia barracks. Sunjata had promised to train her, and she wanted to see if he was back from his trip to Halo yet. She had no idea what it had been about, just that he had been grumpy before he left and hadn't been skulking about the bar in a few days. All things considered... perhaps that was a good thing. She still wasn't sure how to treat him after their last encounter, if what happened by the river should stay a river's secret... honestly she didn't know what she wanted. What she might prefer.
Entering the training yard, she found it mostly empty. Only one or two early birds had shown up, and Maea looked around, to see if she might spot the tall man she was here for.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
