MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
It was the mage army part that really had Maea concerned, and especially if it was paired with the casual disrespect towards the Old Gods that Weaver showed. She mulled it over for a moment, shaping some snowballs with her hands to give her something to juggle with - using telekinesis this time.
"I think... that they probably have been given a good reason to be wary of those who possess power, and seek it too greedily," she mused, sharing her thoughts with Weaver. "The Voice... our legends say she was Abandoned too, once. That it's because of her we were shunned... and that's why both her and the Ascended have a bad reputation in the Grounds. It's better than it was, but... try ask a Fae what they think of the Ascended. They've banned them from the Greatwood, especially after the Blight."
Raising the snow with her mind, Maea began to play with it, testing the limits of her reach, of her ability to focus on more than one thing at a time. Not only had her limits been extended, she found, but she could lift far heavier things now, too... Thoughtfully she tugged at the burning log Weaver had brought, and hummed in startled delight when she found herself able to lift it without problem.
"As for staying here... Yes, I might. Could definitely see myself living here. It's just..." She blushed a little, teeth worrying at her lower lip. "I'm... seeing someone. And he isn't too fond of the cold. Has a lot of bad experiences with Halo too, so I'm a bit... torn. If it came to making a choice... but I'm not sure it will."
Her gaze fell, and the snowballs, the hovering log, all the magic just faded, settling slowly back down. Like the gentle shrug she offered, a simple rise and fall of shoulders that seemed rather small under the ragged, black shawl she always wore.
"I think... that they probably have been given a good reason to be wary of those who possess power, and seek it too greedily," she mused, sharing her thoughts with Weaver. "The Voice... our legends say she was Abandoned too, once. That it's because of her we were shunned... and that's why both her and the Ascended have a bad reputation in the Grounds. It's better than it was, but... try ask a Fae what they think of the Ascended. They've banned them from the Greatwood, especially after the Blight."
Raising the snow with her mind, Maea began to play with it, testing the limits of her reach, of her ability to focus on more than one thing at a time. Not only had her limits been extended, she found, but she could lift far heavier things now, too... Thoughtfully she tugged at the burning log Weaver had brought, and hummed in startled delight when she found herself able to lift it without problem.
"As for staying here... Yes, I might. Could definitely see myself living here. It's just..." She blushed a little, teeth worrying at her lower lip. "I'm... seeing someone. And he isn't too fond of the cold. Has a lot of bad experiences with Halo too, so I'm a bit... torn. If it came to making a choice... but I'm not sure it will."
Her gaze fell, and the snowballs, the hovering log, all the magic just faded, settling slowly back down. Like the gentle shrug she offered, a simple rise and fall of shoulders that seemed rather small under the ragged, black shawl she always wore.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
