MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
She wanted to laugh under that clarifying comment, the sly wink a welcome show of the humor that had drawn her in from the start. It was so good to see him smile. Especially in contrast to the somber conversations, the heavy difficulties he carried... But the smile that might have formed died a cold death on her lips at the sight of the frosty breath rising in the air between them. The chill sensation in her throat, in her hands only intensified, as it had all throughout the evening - Maea had wondered if she was about to catch a cold - and soon all her breaths were the same. Little clouds, small puffy exhales that lingered and chilled the air around them. As if she was standing outside in Halo, instead of sitting indoors, in the Hollowed Grounds during the height of LongHeat.
"I-I don't know, I just feel very... cold," she said, voice shaking as a chill wrecked her, unmistakeable. Alarmed, with no clue what was going on, Maea turned her wide, startled eyes to Sunjata and reached for him just as he reached for her. For comfort, support, some kind of answer - she didn't even know.
Just as her hand made contact with his arm, however, she felt a surge rise inside her, like a sudden flare of temper or sorrow or just raw power. Unable to contain it, she felt it lash out without intention or aim, and from her fingers a swirl of hoarfrost began to spread. Coating the chair, the floor and everything else she touched, chirping through the air and turning into glittering, frigid crystals that froze any moisture it came into contact with. It was beautiful, entirely unexpected... and dangerous. Utterly, horribly out of control.
"I-I don't know, I just feel very... cold," she said, voice shaking as a chill wrecked her, unmistakeable. Alarmed, with no clue what was going on, Maea turned her wide, startled eyes to Sunjata and reached for him just as he reached for her. For comfort, support, some kind of answer - she didn't even know.
Just as her hand made contact with his arm, however, she felt a surge rise inside her, like a sudden flare of temper or sorrow or just raw power. Unable to contain it, she felt it lash out without intention or aim, and from her fingers a swirl of hoarfrost began to spread. Coating the chair, the floor and everything else she touched, chirping through the air and turning into glittering, frigid crystals that froze any moisture it came into contact with. It was beautiful, entirely unexpected... and dangerous. Utterly, horribly out of control.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
