MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Alive? Well. Indeed, if only barely, were the hesitant tones anything to go by. Maea cocked her head at the blonde, eyes softening. "Is that a good thing?" she asked. "I'm fairly good, all things considered. Health is better than normal, which is a small miracle. Though I look forward to the end of this LongHeat, the constant sun is doing my skin no favors."
Sitting down, Maea arranged her skirts and adjusted the ever-present black shawl about her shoulders, choosing to leap straight into the explanation. Dragging things out would not make this topic hurt any less.
"I've realized I'm not able to run the entire business of my family farm by myself," she began. Emmett had been a farmer, and she knew he and Phoebe had been close, so perhaps Phoebe could relate to the effort required. The dedication that was needed. "The house has fallen into a state of disrepair that I can't fix on my own, and frankly I don't have the passion for it anymore. So I wanted to hear if there is any interest in taking over the land, from your part? For either the Council, or the College. Or yourself, for that matter."
Anything, as long as it was put to good use and no longer sat alone on the fringe of the Woodlands, to slowly decay.
Sitting down, Maea arranged her skirts and adjusted the ever-present black shawl about her shoulders, choosing to leap straight into the explanation. Dragging things out would not make this topic hurt any less.
"I've realized I'm not able to run the entire business of my family farm by myself," she began. Emmett had been a farmer, and she knew he and Phoebe had been close, so perhaps Phoebe could relate to the effort required. The dedication that was needed. "The house has fallen into a state of disrepair that I can't fix on my own, and frankly I don't have the passion for it anymore. So I wanted to hear if there is any interest in taking over the land, from your part? For either the Council, or the College. Or yourself, for that matter."
Anything, as long as it was put to good use and no longer sat alone on the fringe of the Woodlands, to slowly decay.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
