There was something soothing about returning to old habits. Familiar patterns and traditions lent stability in a changing world, and right now, Maea desperately needed some of that. Even so, she stepped away from the usual habits when she chose to seek out the memory puddles in the Greatwood rather than in the Hollowed Ground. It was difficult for her to return there, for a number of reasons... and she kept postponing it, as long as she could.
Even so, she couldn't help but run into familiar figures. Wandering through the rain and the haze, following the bobbing blue light of a little will-o-wisp, she came upon the silver-haired man at his self made bird bath, staring deep into the water within. He looked so focused that Maea paused, standing quiet and patient off the side while he did... whatever it was. Content to wait with her greetings until he was done.
Dark rags had been pulled over her head, and the fair skinned face was somehow paler and more lackluster than usual. Yet there was something very fond in her gaze as she regarded the Provost. A little relieved, perhaps... she had wanted to talk to him for a while, but finding time that suited them both wasn't always easy.
Maea
this too shall pass
