Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Was that supposed to be a comfort? It should make her beyond happy to hear that Loren felt even a bit 'alright' as it was defined for the night, but Maea didn't have space for much more than pain in her heart at the moment. "Glad to hear it," came her reply, but it was unconvincing. Just words, no sentiment...
"Like I said. A will-o-wisp. From the Greatwoods. They like leading people astray." That was... about as much as she knew of them. And she had to admit, things had gotten decidedly worse since Shii joined her. Not that it had caused her troubles with Sunjata, but it certainly didn't help either.
But Astra came bounding up into the bed, and Loren told her to sit up, and he sounded so much like an adult that she just obeyed. Heaved herself up, put an arm around Astra for comfort - which made Shii dart right in with righteous indignation at being overlooked - and accepted the cloth to dry her eyes. Swatted away the wisp when it tried to help wipe her face, and when it tried to pester Astra by blinding her with its flickering light. Eventually Shii settled onto her shoulder, as far away from the luxere as possible, and remained there as Maea shrugged.
"We were in Torchline, looking for a house," she began. "Found one too... a beautiful place, quite abandoned, and without too much work needed. We lingered for a while, talked, and everything was wonderful.
"But then... the topic slipped into an area where we don't quite agree, and... it turned into an argument. A rather big one... and when we'd just managed to agree on a middle ground, we set ourselves off again. And this time..." her jaw clenched, muscles feathering in a way that was so very familiar, yet not on her face.
"He said... that he's not over Lusea yet. That he only sees her when thinking of the future... that needs time to figure himself out. And... and that's fine, it just hurts to hear, you know? But then, he kept talking about not seeing each other for a while, and yet he still wanted to meet up for training and doing things together, and... and...
Somehow it went from us being together yet apart, to me having to make a choice between an open relationship with him, or not being with him at all, and I... I snapped. And then... he snapped too."
It was a flood of words, a stream of raw emotions laced with pain that tumbled from her. Quickly, as if she had to get them all out before she changed her mind. Before he could ask any questions and make it even more confused.
"We said... awful things to each other. I riled him up, even though he hates losing his temper, and he said... a lot of things. Hurtful things. And... then he left. And when we exchanged letters these past days, it's... I don't know if he'll forgive me. Or if we can patch this up, or..."
Biting her jaw together didn't help any more, and the tears - so close at hand these days - started running again. It was painful to cry, her eyelids red and swollen already, infected from the weeping and the illness; but she couldn't stop. It was just too overwhelming, all of it.
"Like I said. A will-o-wisp. From the Greatwoods. They like leading people astray." That was... about as much as she knew of them. And she had to admit, things had gotten decidedly worse since Shii joined her. Not that it had caused her troubles with Sunjata, but it certainly didn't help either.
But Astra came bounding up into the bed, and Loren told her to sit up, and he sounded so much like an adult that she just obeyed. Heaved herself up, put an arm around Astra for comfort - which made Shii dart right in with righteous indignation at being overlooked - and accepted the cloth to dry her eyes. Swatted away the wisp when it tried to help wipe her face, and when it tried to pester Astra by blinding her with its flickering light. Eventually Shii settled onto her shoulder, as far away from the luxere as possible, and remained there as Maea shrugged.
"We were in Torchline, looking for a house," she began. "Found one too... a beautiful place, quite abandoned, and without too much work needed. We lingered for a while, talked, and everything was wonderful.
"But then... the topic slipped into an area where we don't quite agree, and... it turned into an argument. A rather big one... and when we'd just managed to agree on a middle ground, we set ourselves off again. And this time..." her jaw clenched, muscles feathering in a way that was so very familiar, yet not on her face.
"He said... that he's not over Lusea yet. That he only sees her when thinking of the future... that needs time to figure himself out. And... and that's fine, it just hurts to hear, you know? But then, he kept talking about not seeing each other for a while, and yet he still wanted to meet up for training and doing things together, and... and...
Somehow it went from us being together yet apart, to me having to make a choice between an open relationship with him, or not being with him at all, and I... I snapped. And then... he snapped too."
It was a flood of words, a stream of raw emotions laced with pain that tumbled from her. Quickly, as if she had to get them all out before she changed her mind. Before he could ask any questions and make it even more confused.
"We said... awful things to each other. I riled him up, even though he hates losing his temper, and he said... a lot of things. Hurtful things. And... then he left. And when we exchanged letters these past days, it's... I don't know if he'll forgive me. Or if we can patch this up, or..."
Biting her jaw together didn't help any more, and the tears - so close at hand these days - started running again. It was painful to cry, her eyelids red and swollen already, infected from the weeping and the illness; but she couldn't stop. It was just too overwhelming, all of it.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
