MAEA
She watched him. Her eyes were pale and seemed to be made of all colors and none, shifting and changing with the light as the wind stirred leaves in the canopy overhead. They were cast in shadow where they sat, but the air was still close, dense, hard to breathe. Too hot, too dry. His thoughts were not difficult to follow, written on the lines drawing and redrawing across his face. The frown, the tense lips, the flashing eyes... oh, he was not happy with any of this. But then, who was?
"The Voice is no goddess of mine," the girl said, quite calmly even if her tone sharpened for a moment. Leaning back a little further against the treetrunk behind her, she considered him, kept her gaze fixed on his figure as if to try and determine what to say, how to say it, how far to go.
"No one says you have to pray to her. Nor to the Old Gods, even if they would be pleased if you did. You can try to live your life from now on without drawing their attention, but... I can't promise you that it will work. They are very real, and very tangible here on Caido. And by no fault of your own, you have been drawn here and flung into a conflict that goes back further than most can understand.
"Caido... is not a kind place, Rance. But it's not a terrible place to be either. It's full of good and bad, like most places, I imagine... and while there is a price to pay for everything, sometimes what you get is well worth the cost."
Settling in to wait, Maea gave him silence, space to think, room to find his questions and ask them. She could start from the beginning and shower him with information, from the creation of the world to the most recent of events, but... it might be too much. So she let him set the pace instead.
"The Voice is no goddess of mine," the girl said, quite calmly even if her tone sharpened for a moment. Leaning back a little further against the treetrunk behind her, she considered him, kept her gaze fixed on his figure as if to try and determine what to say, how to say it, how far to go.
"No one says you have to pray to her. Nor to the Old Gods, even if they would be pleased if you did. You can try to live your life from now on without drawing their attention, but... I can't promise you that it will work. They are very real, and very tangible here on Caido. And by no fault of your own, you have been drawn here and flung into a conflict that goes back further than most can understand.
"Caido... is not a kind place, Rance. But it's not a terrible place to be either. It's full of good and bad, like most places, I imagine... and while there is a price to pay for everything, sometimes what you get is well worth the cost."
Settling in to wait, Maea gave him silence, space to think, room to find his questions and ask them. She could start from the beginning and shower him with information, from the creation of the world to the most recent of events, but... it might be too much. So she let him set the pace instead.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
