MAEA
She had stolen precious time to escape from Academy lessons and self-appointed tasks to visit the memorial she and Jigano had helped Remi build. To honor souls lost at sea, maybe pray and spend some time on her own, to think. Clear her mind, try to feel anything except lost and lonely.
But her intentions were thwarted, already after stepping through the portal from Halo. Rumors abounded about the appearance of Mort's Herold on Hale Ka'aila, and it immediately caught Maea's attention. Intending to go there anyway, she hurried herself along, and found that not only were the rumors true, they had reached other people as well. Jigano was already there, with Isuma in tow... yet there were only two figures that drew her attention.
Ludo's dark, ragged appearance, sparking loving affection in her heart... and Sunjata's looming figure. Even in the dark, the man stood out, far too large to miss.
Maea slowed her pace, hesitating. Torn between a desire to go straight to the Flood to be by his side... and a desperate need to hide. Her blood felt turned to water in the limbs, hot and prickly, her face stiff with conflicting emotions - love, longing, loss, regret and pain and an awkwardness that had never been there before.
In the end, she angled herself towards Ludo, her hands plucking at the folds of the shawl it had given her before. Kept her face turned to the masked god - though she remained painfully aware of Sunjata's presence. Couldn't overlook it, no matter that she tried.
Shii bobbed and pulsed its light in excitement at seeing the other will-o-wisps, and zipped off to join them. Made a tight lap around Ludo in familiar greeting, before moving on to dance with its kin.
But her intentions were thwarted, already after stepping through the portal from Halo. Rumors abounded about the appearance of Mort's Herold on Hale Ka'aila, and it immediately caught Maea's attention. Intending to go there anyway, she hurried herself along, and found that not only were the rumors true, they had reached other people as well. Jigano was already there, with Isuma in tow... yet there were only two figures that drew her attention.
Ludo's dark, ragged appearance, sparking loving affection in her heart... and Sunjata's looming figure. Even in the dark, the man stood out, far too large to miss.
Maea slowed her pace, hesitating. Torn between a desire to go straight to the Flood to be by his side... and a desperate need to hide. Her blood felt turned to water in the limbs, hot and prickly, her face stiff with conflicting emotions - love, longing, loss, regret and pain and an awkwardness that had never been there before.
In the end, she angled herself towards Ludo, her hands plucking at the folds of the shawl it had given her before. Kept her face turned to the masked god - though she remained painfully aware of Sunjata's presence. Couldn't overlook it, no matter that she tried.
Shii bobbed and pulsed its light in excitement at seeing the other will-o-wisps, and zipped off to join them. Made a tight lap around Ludo in familiar greeting, before moving on to dance with its kin.
Nothing lasts forever, I thought you should know
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