Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Oh, this one would definitely be a source of headaches, Maea could see that. She was generally not fond of repeating herself, and was awkward at dealing with people at the best of times. This kind of fluttery, puppy-brained attention span would no doubt test her patience before long. Already starting, with the questions that could be rethorical but also might be serious.
And... what did she say? The ocean was always the ocean. Or did they refer to the color of it? The amount of waves, the glitter of sun on the surface, or...? Too many variables. Maea decided to focus on the only thing that seemed a legitimate question.
"Tell me what you've heard of Torchline," she repeated. Still smiling, still pleasant, but it was no longer so much a question as a request.
She followed down onto the beach, where tall palm trees and leafy plants faded out into soft white sand. The sun was warm and bright even with the onset of Leafchange. Paler than she recalled, but still strong enough that she pulled her shawl up over the head, to shield her face from the harmful rays. The weather was fair, winds calm and balmy, and the roll of waves onto the shore was steady and rhythmic; a pleasant first impression. Deceptively so, perhaps... she had seen what a storm looked like.
And... what did she say? The ocean was always the ocean. Or did they refer to the color of it? The amount of waves, the glitter of sun on the surface, or...? Too many variables. Maea decided to focus on the only thing that seemed a legitimate question.
"Tell me what you've heard of Torchline," she repeated. Still smiling, still pleasant, but it was no longer so much a question as a request.
She followed down onto the beach, where tall palm trees and leafy plants faded out into soft white sand. The sun was warm and bright even with the onset of Leafchange. Paler than she recalled, but still strong enough that she pulled her shawl up over the head, to shield her face from the harmful rays. The weather was fair, winds calm and balmy, and the roll of waves onto the shore was steady and rhythmic; a pleasant first impression. Deceptively so, perhaps... she had seen what a storm looked like.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
