MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Maea nodded when Weaver asked if she would take advice. At this point? Any views other than her own were welcome, to perhaps break up the never ending cycle of thoughts that honestly got her nowhere. And as she listened, she found the points to be... well worth thinking about. It came from someone far more tolerant and far more self-possessed than herself, a woman who didn't hang her self-worth on the presence or absence of anyone else. Maea approved of that, wanted to be like that. Only problem was... "I think... I'd love to be like that. I have so many control issues though... How do I settle for less than everything?" Ah. Perhaps she was a touch greedy too.
Weaver came to join her by the fire, and Maea settled in easily, happy with the company and this more than pleasant turn of events. Perhaps she wasn't getting as much training done as she would have on her own, but kindling a new friendship seemed far more rewarding in the end. She listened and hummed her understanding, eyes lingering thoughtfully on the other woman. "What would you like to do with it? And I'd love to help you make that liquor... Can you think of any flavors that remind you of Halo? Aside from meat," she added, with a wry grin. It seemed to be the main staple as far as food went.
As she was asked what happened to the dead guild memebers however, Maea grew silent. Had to think for a long time, trying to find context in the story... so that it would make sense. Put into perspective. Do them all justice.
"This Fiat Lux... I don't know if you've heard about it, but a monster attacked the festival. Some tried to stop it - Loren and Sunjata among them - but in the end, it killed a lot of people. Among the dead was the daughter of the Fallen Star, Safrin's demi-god... He went crazy, mad with grief, and went to destroy the Shrine within the Hollowed Ground Temple." Maea looked out across the wastes. It was all hearsay; this had occurred the same day she came back from Limbo. She had been staring at the ruins of her home when all this happened. "In the end, the shrine was destroyed, and Sunjata was tasked with restoring it. He led the reconstruction of the building, and had to procure ingredients to sanctify the shrine again; something alive once dead, something dead once alive, and the heart of a rare creature."
Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes. "He... decided to go after a dragon. One of the white ones, because he thought perhaps it could be taken back alive, that it wouldn't have to be killed... People had asked him not to. So he gathered up a group of Safrin's Attuned, and came here to Halo... and things did not exactly go as planned. They found a cannibal, who Sunjata ended up killing, and when they found the dragon, it... killed two of the companions. Then, when they all tried to reason with it... the dragon killed two of the men. Adam, and Peter." At least the latter name should be known to Weaver, seeing as Peter had been made a Spymaster for Halo. An official enough title for a shady job.
"In the end, they did succeed in getting that rare heart as one of the dead companions was a dragon. The shrine has been restored, and that should be that. But you can imagine the mixed feelings for everyone... both those who died were loved, friends of so many people - me included - and it's just... one too many blows."
She sighed, rubbing at her eyes. The haunted, bone-weary mess her lover had been when he returned from that nightmare... it would stay with her forever.
Weaver came to join her by the fire, and Maea settled in easily, happy with the company and this more than pleasant turn of events. Perhaps she wasn't getting as much training done as she would have on her own, but kindling a new friendship seemed far more rewarding in the end. She listened and hummed her understanding, eyes lingering thoughtfully on the other woman. "What would you like to do with it? And I'd love to help you make that liquor... Can you think of any flavors that remind you of Halo? Aside from meat," she added, with a wry grin. It seemed to be the main staple as far as food went.
As she was asked what happened to the dead guild memebers however, Maea grew silent. Had to think for a long time, trying to find context in the story... so that it would make sense. Put into perspective. Do them all justice.
"This Fiat Lux... I don't know if you've heard about it, but a monster attacked the festival. Some tried to stop it - Loren and Sunjata among them - but in the end, it killed a lot of people. Among the dead was the daughter of the Fallen Star, Safrin's demi-god... He went crazy, mad with grief, and went to destroy the Shrine within the Hollowed Ground Temple." Maea looked out across the wastes. It was all hearsay; this had occurred the same day she came back from Limbo. She had been staring at the ruins of her home when all this happened. "In the end, the shrine was destroyed, and Sunjata was tasked with restoring it. He led the reconstruction of the building, and had to procure ingredients to sanctify the shrine again; something alive once dead, something dead once alive, and the heart of a rare creature."
Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes. "He... decided to go after a dragon. One of the white ones, because he thought perhaps it could be taken back alive, that it wouldn't have to be killed... People had asked him not to. So he gathered up a group of Safrin's Attuned, and came here to Halo... and things did not exactly go as planned. They found a cannibal, who Sunjata ended up killing, and when they found the dragon, it... killed two of the companions. Then, when they all tried to reason with it... the dragon killed two of the men. Adam, and Peter." At least the latter name should be known to Weaver, seeing as Peter had been made a Spymaster for Halo. An official enough title for a shady job.
"In the end, they did succeed in getting that rare heart as one of the dead companions was a dragon. The shrine has been restored, and that should be that. But you can imagine the mixed feelings for everyone... both those who died were loved, friends of so many people - me included - and it's just... one too many blows."
She sighed, rubbing at her eyes. The haunted, bone-weary mess her lover had been when he returned from that nightmare... it would stay with her forever.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
