MAEA
Shifting under his insistent question, she tried to explain. "'But'... he was conscious throughout it all. It was always up to him to give up or keep trying. To find a way out. From my understanding, there's no such option during her process. I certainly do hope no one has to be conscious through what she does... and that takes away the choice, the ability to succeed or fail by your own merit. It's all in her hands, and that... I just can't be comfortable with that." Probably for the simple reason that Maea did not trust the goddess. Not even a bit.
As he questioned her on the Old God's trustworhtiness however, Maea had a clear answer for once. "Nothing," was her simple reply. "Except, they've never done so in all of creation. They made the Accepted and the Attuned, and once the Abandoned were merely Acquired and also beloved. There was a balance. But that toppled when she rose up, and now all magic users are frowned upon, because of her. I suppose that's another reason why I have issues with her... but those are quite a bit more general."
Again she sighed, and dragged her hands through the hair, untangling more than a few locks from the braid in her restless attempt to contain frustration. "I'm sorry, Amun. None of this is your fault, but I keep spilling it all on you anyway. This was supposed to be a fun trip... yet I keep draggin up these things. When the one I really should be venting to is her." Party crasher, spoilsport, mood breaker. She had more words for what she felt like, but... for the moment, they all escaped her.
As he questioned her on the Old God's trustworhtiness however, Maea had a clear answer for once. "Nothing," was her simple reply. "Except, they've never done so in all of creation. They made the Accepted and the Attuned, and once the Abandoned were merely Acquired and also beloved. There was a balance. But that toppled when she rose up, and now all magic users are frowned upon, because of her. I suppose that's another reason why I have issues with her... but those are quite a bit more general."
Again she sighed, and dragged her hands through the hair, untangling more than a few locks from the braid in her restless attempt to contain frustration. "I'm sorry, Amun. None of this is your fault, but I keep spilling it all on you anyway. This was supposed to be a fun trip... yet I keep draggin up these things. When the one I really should be venting to is her." Party crasher, spoilsport, mood breaker. She had more words for what she felt like, but... for the moment, they all escaped her.
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
