Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
There was far less protest than she had expected. No objections against her reckless desire to push the limits and grow out of herself, to get lost and perhaps somehow find herself, her true self somewhere out there. Lowering her hands from the eyes, Maea listened to his words, found them non-committal, almost... relenting. There was a slight urge within her to say she'd give up the idea of spying, that there wasn't much of a point to it, but... that had been one of her main reasons for going. Still was, no matter how much Loren suggested it might be pointless. Needlessly risky.
It wasn't until he came with the suggestion of leaving and then returning that she sat up straighter, brows rising high in surprise.
"You would allow that?" she asked, quite taken aback. "But... why? What is the difference between allowing people who have studied there, and allowing people who are studying at the Academy?"
It was a small ray of hope, but... the reasoning evaded her. The association with Zariah would still be there, in the end, if that's what he resented so.
It wasn't until he came with the suggestion of leaving and then returning that she sat up straighter, brows rising high in surprise.
"You would allow that?" she asked, quite taken aback. "But... why? What is the difference between allowing people who have studied there, and allowing people who are studying at the Academy?"
It was a small ray of hope, but... the reasoning evaded her. The association with Zariah would still be there, in the end, if that's what he resented so.
