MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Maea flushed at the defensive gesture, the wink, the embarrassment only deepening. "Sorry, it's just... Yes. You're right. He seems to catch the eye of at least someone in every crowd, and he's not really shy about looking back... and I know it. So I get... jealous. But that's part of the problem? He's got all this experience of playing around and I've... none. Never even kissed a boy before him. I still can't tell casual flirting from genuine interest." It was all more than Maea had thought to say, more than she knew she wanted to reveal. But it was easy talking to Weaver, and it felt good to have someone listen. Someone who didn't have preconceived notions, or was too closely invested, personally.
It felt good to vent, too. Not having to cloak anything in pretty words, or be careful about hurting others with her own emotions.
Weaver confirmed the name, and turned to show off a tattoo. Maea stood and came over, to look at it more closely. "That's beautiful," she said, clearly impressed with the level of detail in the inkwork. "It's only fair that it would be named for you, if you're the one to run it."
Leaving the magic to rest for a while, Maea turned and strolled towards the gazebo. Seats had been spaced out within it, and from her bag she pulled an ursur pelt. Her part of the animal they had been forced to kill during training. Spreading it onto one of the benches, Maea sat down and leaned back, gesturing for Weaver to come join, if she wanted to. Within the walls that shielded from the wind, and with the fire crackling as it consumed the log, it was almost cozy.
"I'm not sure, either," she admitted, thinking of the mysterious guild they were both connected to. "I'm aware of some members, but not all. Two of them died recently, here in Halo... part of the reason why Sunjata isn't keen on staying here very long." She shrugged, biting down the surge of grief when she remembered her lost friends. "I doubt there's much he would deny you though, if you just have a reason for requesting it. He really wants this expansion." And by the sound of it, so did Weaver. Maea could understand the desire for a safer living, on some level at least. But she had sold her farm, thrown away everything that was comfortable and familiar... and now she was here. Slinging magic in the wilderness, with a stranger by her side. Comfortable with calling her friend, despite the lack of common history.
"If you ever need help with anything, just say the word," she offered with a smile. "My father used to make cider... I have his book of recipes, if you ever feel like starting your own brand of flavor. I'm sure we could adapt some of them to fit with what Halo has to offer in way of ingredients."
It felt good to vent, too. Not having to cloak anything in pretty words, or be careful about hurting others with her own emotions.
Weaver confirmed the name, and turned to show off a tattoo. Maea stood and came over, to look at it more closely. "That's beautiful," she said, clearly impressed with the level of detail in the inkwork. "It's only fair that it would be named for you, if you're the one to run it."
Leaving the magic to rest for a while, Maea turned and strolled towards the gazebo. Seats had been spaced out within it, and from her bag she pulled an ursur pelt. Her part of the animal they had been forced to kill during training. Spreading it onto one of the benches, Maea sat down and leaned back, gesturing for Weaver to come join, if she wanted to. Within the walls that shielded from the wind, and with the fire crackling as it consumed the log, it was almost cozy.
"I'm not sure, either," she admitted, thinking of the mysterious guild they were both connected to. "I'm aware of some members, but not all. Two of them died recently, here in Halo... part of the reason why Sunjata isn't keen on staying here very long." She shrugged, biting down the surge of grief when she remembered her lost friends. "I doubt there's much he would deny you though, if you just have a reason for requesting it. He really wants this expansion." And by the sound of it, so did Weaver. Maea could understand the desire for a safer living, on some level at least. But she had sold her farm, thrown away everything that was comfortable and familiar... and now she was here. Slinging magic in the wilderness, with a stranger by her side. Comfortable with calling her friend, despite the lack of common history.
"If you ever need help with anything, just say the word," she offered with a smile. "My father used to make cider... I have his book of recipes, if you ever feel like starting your own brand of flavor. I'm sure we could adapt some of them to fit with what Halo has to offer in way of ingredients."
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
