MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Maea smiled back, her thoughts pleasantly occupied by thoughts of new projects. Already it helped stave off the gloom of uncertainty, and perhaps in time she would learn to leave it behind altogether.
"Mmh, I like the sound of that," she said, thinking about spices and herbs, flavors to combine and infuse with spirits. "Tell you what, how about I just bring the whole notebook next time, and we can have a proper look at what father has in there? I know it's mostly cider, but there might be other things too. And my brother can have added to it, I haven't looked at it for ages." She could never read well enough in the past, and hadn't bothered since, more than to confirm what the content was about.
As peaceful calm settled, Maea listened to Weaver's musing, tilting her head to look at the woman. In the dark cloak, with the hood pulled up, she looked a ghost herself. Some shadow reaper, beautiful and deadly, as home here in the frozen wastes as anywhere that life and death mingled.
"I like to think that Mort frees them of all sorrow and concern, but that they remember who they are and were. Perhaps watch over us like that, with love and understanding... I think I'd like to do that myself, at least, when my turn comes." Maea thought about her conversations with Ludo and Delphia, of the spirits and souls, of concept of rest and possible rebirth. "I have a friend... Delphia. She is Mort's daughter. Probably she could tell us exactly how it works," she smiled.
"Mmh, I like the sound of that," she said, thinking about spices and herbs, flavors to combine and infuse with spirits. "Tell you what, how about I just bring the whole notebook next time, and we can have a proper look at what father has in there? I know it's mostly cider, but there might be other things too. And my brother can have added to it, I haven't looked at it for ages." She could never read well enough in the past, and hadn't bothered since, more than to confirm what the content was about.
As peaceful calm settled, Maea listened to Weaver's musing, tilting her head to look at the woman. In the dark cloak, with the hood pulled up, she looked a ghost herself. Some shadow reaper, beautiful and deadly, as home here in the frozen wastes as anywhere that life and death mingled.
"I like to think that Mort frees them of all sorrow and concern, but that they remember who they are and were. Perhaps watch over us like that, with love and understanding... I think I'd like to do that myself, at least, when my turn comes." Maea thought about her conversations with Ludo and Delphia, of the spirits and souls, of concept of rest and possible rebirth. "I have a friend... Delphia. She is Mort's daughter. Probably she could tell us exactly how it works," she smiled.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
