You're so cold
but you feel alive
Maea offered a questioning look, not quite following. "I... thought you came here from Korofi" she said. "You never mentioned the bit about exile before, I think." Though she couldn't swear on it, now. Perhaps her memory wasn't as good as she thought.
The quiet response to her remark about Lusea is met with a soft smile. If Maea could offer even a bit of release from that mourning, then... she was glad to have helped. It was obvious how big a part the woman had owned in Sunjata's life, how much he still missed her. The gaze that looked back at him was peaceful, calm and full of sympathy, but there was no jealousy. Why should she be, when the woman was dead and there were plenty enough of living rivals of his affections to waste those feelings on?
"It seems that the souls of outlanders are just as real as those created naturally," she offered him. "Which means that she is still resting with Mort, now. But as Delphia was able to discover her fate, this should not be much of a surprise.
"You can still make lanterns for her come Leafchange, and Ludo might let you see her again, if you wish it."
She brushed the back of her fingers across his cheek. Soft, tender; understanding of any such lingering wishes, and supportive of them.
The quiet response to her remark about Lusea is met with a soft smile. If Maea could offer even a bit of release from that mourning, then... she was glad to have helped. It was obvious how big a part the woman had owned in Sunjata's life, how much he still missed her. The gaze that looked back at him was peaceful, calm and full of sympathy, but there was no jealousy. Why should she be, when the woman was dead and there were plenty enough of living rivals of his affections to waste those feelings on?
"It seems that the souls of outlanders are just as real as those created naturally," she offered him. "Which means that she is still resting with Mort, now. But as Delphia was able to discover her fate, this should not be much of a surprise.
"You can still make lanterns for her come Leafchange, and Ludo might let you see her again, if you wish it."
She brushed the back of her fingers across his cheek. Soft, tender; understanding of any such lingering wishes, and supportive of them.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
