Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
There was an open honesty about the answer that took Maea aback. She wasn't used to being faced with that level of truth, plain and simple and without adornment... it was the same kind of answer she might have given someone else, and she was met with the uncomfortable sensation of talking to herself. Which... wasn't entirely pleasant.
"Well... if that's true then it's fine," she replied gruffly, turning away slightly. Embarrassed, awkward... not sure what to do with the answer.
It didn't actually help to get another question this time, because the subject did not get easier to answer. "Ludo is... Ludo," she said, helplessly. Lifting her hands to shrug. "It's... fickle, I'd say. Very kind and comforting to some, while others have had far less pleasant encounters.
"I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm friends with it, because that implies I know anything about it. Which I don't. I like Ludo. Love it, would do anything it asked of me, but... I can never tell if the sentiment is returned."
There had been gentle teasing rags tickling her ears, pats on her head, rags draped over her shoulders like a cloak in a familiar, comfortable manner... but there was also short, clipped conversation, lacking communication, and an ever present feeling of being inadequate on her part. Fear of asking for too much, that she would be turned away, push her luck too far and be rejected.
A lack of trust, in essence.
"You almost have to meet Ludo to know what its like," she said, shrugging lightly.
"Well... if that's true then it's fine," she replied gruffly, turning away slightly. Embarrassed, awkward... not sure what to do with the answer.
It didn't actually help to get another question this time, because the subject did not get easier to answer. "Ludo is... Ludo," she said, helplessly. Lifting her hands to shrug. "It's... fickle, I'd say. Very kind and comforting to some, while others have had far less pleasant encounters.
"I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm friends with it, because that implies I know anything about it. Which I don't. I like Ludo. Love it, would do anything it asked of me, but... I can never tell if the sentiment is returned."
There had been gentle teasing rags tickling her ears, pats on her head, rags draped over her shoulders like a cloak in a familiar, comfortable manner... but there was also short, clipped conversation, lacking communication, and an ever present feeling of being inadequate on her part. Fear of asking for too much, that she would be turned away, push her luck too far and be rejected.
A lack of trust, in essence.
"You almost have to meet Ludo to know what its like," she said, shrugging lightly.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
