Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea nodded when Amalia glance at her, confirming that it was indeed the right name. "Don't be too soft with it," she cautioned, a hand rubbing the back of her neck as she followed the dancing, weaving light with narrowed eyes. "It's a spoiled brat and will take advantage of you in a heartbeat." Indeed, the wisp had taken Amalia's open hand as an invitation to do exactly as it pleased, and inspected the woman thoroughly, from way too close a proximity to be very polite. Coming right up into her face, bobbing about all of her bundled up body until it noticed the comb in her hand, and tried to settle upon it.
And if Amalia could understand it, she would find the thoughts of the creature to be rather... childish. With the attention span of a two-year old, egoistic and erratic and currently very greedy for the shiny bauble, its thoughts circled around the interesting possibilities of darkness and snowstorms and where a lost person might end up if following a single point of light...
"Stop that, Shii," Maea scowled, more sharply this time, and received a petulant whine back through the bond.
Sighing, she pushed the shawl back from her head, and ran restless fingers through her hair. For a snowwy, bitingly cold Halo day, she was thoroughly underdressed, but seemed perfectly at ease in a simple dress and light shoes, with only the shawl for warmth. Her breath fogged in the air, but there was no bite of color on her cheeks or nose, and her bare fingers seemed not at all cold.
"How... is Jyoti?" she asked, rather tentative. Too polite to just stalk off, yet... Not sure how to keep the conversation from turning ugly right away. "And... you? I honestly.. didn't think I'd ever find you in Halo. Considering... what happened with the dragon." And perhaps that was not the right way to start.
And if Amalia could understand it, she would find the thoughts of the creature to be rather... childish. With the attention span of a two-year old, egoistic and erratic and currently very greedy for the shiny bauble, its thoughts circled around the interesting possibilities of darkness and snowstorms and where a lost person might end up if following a single point of light...
"Stop that, Shii," Maea scowled, more sharply this time, and received a petulant whine back through the bond.
Sighing, she pushed the shawl back from her head, and ran restless fingers through her hair. For a snowwy, bitingly cold Halo day, she was thoroughly underdressed, but seemed perfectly at ease in a simple dress and light shoes, with only the shawl for warmth. Her breath fogged in the air, but there was no bite of color on her cheeks or nose, and her bare fingers seemed not at all cold.
"How... is Jyoti?" she asked, rather tentative. Too polite to just stalk off, yet... Not sure how to keep the conversation from turning ugly right away. "And... you? I honestly.. didn't think I'd ever find you in Halo. Considering... what happened with the dragon." And perhaps that was not the right way to start.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
