MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
She returned the chuckle with a lopsided grin, nodding that it might be a good idea. Reluctant to admit it, Maea grimaced at Weaver's words about the training. "Same. I've been warned by so many to be careful about Zariah, and I have to say... it's good to find that she can at least teach well enough to put up with all the people questioning my presence here. It wasn't a huge mistake joining the school." She rolled her eyes, thoroughly fed up with the overprotective attitudes.
While a bit self-conscious about Weaver watching her work, Maea didn't let the attention shift her focus away from the task at hand. At least she was able to return the favor as she took her break, and could watch the dark-haired woman try to summon flames from her palm.
"I was about five years old," she replied, not minding the question. Hunching down to sit on her heels, with underarms resting on her knees, Maea shrugged. "Made my bedroom shake from a nightmare, when my telekinesis manifested. Father gave me a beating for it, to make sure I wouldn't use the magic again." Which obviously hadn't worked... not as well as intended at least.
"What about you? How is magic viewed here on the outside?" Naturals though they both were, there was a difference about them. Maea had grown up in a cage, like a trapped bird. Weaver..? Seemed to be far freer than that.
While a bit self-conscious about Weaver watching her work, Maea didn't let the attention shift her focus away from the task at hand. At least she was able to return the favor as she took her break, and could watch the dark-haired woman try to summon flames from her palm.
"I was about five years old," she replied, not minding the question. Hunching down to sit on her heels, with underarms resting on her knees, Maea shrugged. "Made my bedroom shake from a nightmare, when my telekinesis manifested. Father gave me a beating for it, to make sure I wouldn't use the magic again." Which obviously hadn't worked... not as well as intended at least.
"What about you? How is magic viewed here on the outside?" Naturals though they both were, there was a difference about them. Maea had grown up in a cage, like a trapped bird. Weaver..? Seemed to be far freer than that.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
