Bring me that Horizon

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies She wasn't entirely sure why she kept following him. Maea did not usually go running after people, and this particular one showed no sign of actually wanting to engage in this conversation. Perhaps it was the grain of kindness he'd blown her way. A stray dandelion seed drifting on the ocean breeze, to remind of who he'd once been. She did remember him, kneeling in her kitchen garden with earth covering his hands, gently bedding down new life into the soil. That smiling man seemed a far off thing now. From beneath the cover of the dark rags, a pale face turned to regard Remi. Despite the bright sunlight and the mellow breeze, the girl looked rather spooky. "What gave me away?" she asked, and smiled.