You're so cold
but you feel alive
He caught her eyes, caught her face, caught her attention with the soft words, the gentle support. It finally made her aware of the havoc she was wreaking upon the waters around them; with a slight grimace she drew a breath and tried to calm down. Breathed, like Loren had taught her, and let Sunjata become her anchor. Gradually the temperature settled, steam and ice alike melting away into the rolling, bobbing waves.
"I try not to," she said, "but it hurts. We're supposed to be friends, how can she even think like that?" The rage gave way, replaced by a deep hurt that was the true root of her outburst. That too was a good indicator of how deeply the words had cut. Maea usually just swallowed pain and anger, buried them deep within herself until they either became dust or began to fester.
It showed how far her trust for Sunjata went too, that she would let her emotions take over like this.
"Sorry... about the water. Did I burn you?"
"I try not to," she said, "but it hurts. We're supposed to be friends, how can she even think like that?" The rage gave way, replaced by a deep hurt that was the true root of her outburst. That too was a good indicator of how deeply the words had cut. Maea usually just swallowed pain and anger, buried them deep within herself until they either became dust or began to fester.
It showed how far her trust for Sunjata went too, that she would let her emotions take over like this.
"Sorry... about the water. Did I burn you?"
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
