Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
When Quanil took the shell, Maea let go of it. It would drop a little into their hands, adding all of the weight as the unseen grip relinquished its hold; the woman nodded, unaware of the less than happy sentiments she had aroused within the enthusiastic youth. Though perhaps she wouldn't have been surprised if she did know.
"That's good then," she said, and came wading up from the water, since her company seemed disinclined to join. Ocean drained from her clothes, far more thoroughly than was natural, until the cloth hung dry and light on her once more. Her shoes did not creak or chirp with moisture as she walked across the sand, nor did she seem cold or particularly bothered by the lack of reply to her reprimand.
"I hope your sister comes around. Change is not always welcome, especially when you don't think there's anything wrong with what you already have. I certainly don't like when people step in to 'improve' something for me, without being asked to...
"But whether we like it or not, change is part of this world. When I worried about it, I got the answer that it's like a river; you either learn to flow along with it, or you are drowned by it." She chewed her lip, unsure whether she was saying enough, if she'd already said too much.
"I wish you luck in helping her. Gods know, I'm not good at that part."
"That's good then," she said, and came wading up from the water, since her company seemed disinclined to join. Ocean drained from her clothes, far more thoroughly than was natural, until the cloth hung dry and light on her once more. Her shoes did not creak or chirp with moisture as she walked across the sand, nor did she seem cold or particularly bothered by the lack of reply to her reprimand.
"I hope your sister comes around. Change is not always welcome, especially when you don't think there's anything wrong with what you already have. I certainly don't like when people step in to 'improve' something for me, without being asked to...
"But whether we like it or not, change is part of this world. When I worried about it, I got the answer that it's like a river; you either learn to flow along with it, or you are drowned by it." She chewed her lip, unsure whether she was saying enough, if she'd already said too much.
"I wish you luck in helping her. Gods know, I'm not good at that part."
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
