MAEA
Following Astra's excited skips with her gaze, Maea smiled at the luxere. She was such a happy little creature, childlike and simple in her games and affections. It was the kind of glee she wanted to carry herself, to simply exist in the world and be... well... content.
But Loren took offense to the word, suggested happy would be better. Maea turned, putting the lid back over her satchel, and tilted her head at him. Pleased but puzzled at this newfound optimism. "I think the sky might fall down tomorrow," she mused, "because Loren Launceleyn just said he wants to be happy..." Her own teasing was just as feeble.
"Just a loreseeker? I'm not sure you understand what that kind of title means, to someone who grew up in a cage..." And Maea wasn't sure she could explain it. Setting the bag aside, she pulled her hair back from the face, down over her shoulder, and began to braid it. Her fingers slow and rhythmical, so used to the motion she didn't have to think about it.
"I used to live in a world where happiness was the biggest lie you could ever tell anyone. As you've no doubt noticed, Caido is not a very safe place. Death is always present here, and dangers are everywhere. Nothing in life was ever certain... except two things. Everyone dies. And no one ever leaves the Hollowed Ground. Everything revolved around those facts, and between the struggle to keep fed, stay alive and not die at LongNight? Happy was a pipe dream."
She spoke of it with chilling calm, and the light in her eyes dimmed. Dulled, fell back into the listless, crass acceptance of status quo Maea had been raised with. Shaped into accepting.
"Then, one day a Spark Bird lands, and I could walk outside during the depths of Deepfrost. And I was invited to ask questions, learn the answers, seek truth and maybe even change my own fate.
"Being a Loreseeker... it's not just drawing maps and reading books, not to me. It's freedom."
But Loren took offense to the word, suggested happy would be better. Maea turned, putting the lid back over her satchel, and tilted her head at him. Pleased but puzzled at this newfound optimism. "I think the sky might fall down tomorrow," she mused, "because Loren Launceleyn just said he wants to be happy..." Her own teasing was just as feeble.
"Just a loreseeker? I'm not sure you understand what that kind of title means, to someone who grew up in a cage..." And Maea wasn't sure she could explain it. Setting the bag aside, she pulled her hair back from the face, down over her shoulder, and began to braid it. Her fingers slow and rhythmical, so used to the motion she didn't have to think about it.
"I used to live in a world where happiness was the biggest lie you could ever tell anyone. As you've no doubt noticed, Caido is not a very safe place. Death is always present here, and dangers are everywhere. Nothing in life was ever certain... except two things. Everyone dies. And no one ever leaves the Hollowed Ground. Everything revolved around those facts, and between the struggle to keep fed, stay alive and not die at LongNight? Happy was a pipe dream."
She spoke of it with chilling calm, and the light in her eyes dimmed. Dulled, fell back into the listless, crass acceptance of status quo Maea had been raised with. Shaped into accepting.
"Then, one day a Spark Bird lands, and I could walk outside during the depths of Deepfrost. And I was invited to ask questions, learn the answers, seek truth and maybe even change my own fate.
"Being a Loreseeker... it's not just drawing maps and reading books, not to me. It's freedom."
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
