Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
It just wasn't as easy to answer for her... because all her life had circled around the needs of others. The desire to please. To be useful, needed. And still, when she tried to think of what she wanted... all Maea could see was Sunjata.
And that wasn't allowed, was it? No matter how much she loved him, he was not an actual piece of her. Not something to base her entire existence around.
Struggling to think of anything at all to say, she was saved by Sunjata rising, to let in Haai and bring the game into the kitchen. Maea stood too, and followed, more slowly. Had to brace herself before stepping inside the room, and eyes flitting around the details, the changes, struggling to define what she felt.
"Good girl, Haai, those are perfect," she praised the griffin upon seeing the rabbits. Maea spared a few scratches for her, then went to the table. Reached for the knife tucked into her boot - the first blade Sunjata had given her - and set to clean one of the rabbits, with practiced ease that suggested it wasn't her first time butchering anything.
"Honestly? I don't know what I want," she admitted, picking up the thread from before. It was easier to think when her hands were busy.
"I say I want to get stronger, but there is no goal for what to do with that strength when I have it. I don't know what I would do with the knowledge I would gain from the Loreseekers, or the magic I'm cultivating at the Academy. I'm not a farmer, not a hunter, no mage or scholar or a soldier. No rogue... no queen. I have a few skills in so many areas but I've no true talent for anything. Apparently I decide my own fate too, so there is no direction other than what I decide on... and I I have no clue."
It was honestly quite ridiculous, and some wry amusement at her own indecision quirked her lips. Wringing the skin from the rabbit, she began to separate it into parts, not flinching from the gore or the blood staining her hands.
And that wasn't allowed, was it? No matter how much she loved him, he was not an actual piece of her. Not something to base her entire existence around.
Struggling to think of anything at all to say, she was saved by Sunjata rising, to let in Haai and bring the game into the kitchen. Maea stood too, and followed, more slowly. Had to brace herself before stepping inside the room, and eyes flitting around the details, the changes, struggling to define what she felt.
"Good girl, Haai, those are perfect," she praised the griffin upon seeing the rabbits. Maea spared a few scratches for her, then went to the table. Reached for the knife tucked into her boot - the first blade Sunjata had given her - and set to clean one of the rabbits, with practiced ease that suggested it wasn't her first time butchering anything.
"Honestly? I don't know what I want," she admitted, picking up the thread from before. It was easier to think when her hands were busy.
"I say I want to get stronger, but there is no goal for what to do with that strength when I have it. I don't know what I would do with the knowledge I would gain from the Loreseekers, or the magic I'm cultivating at the Academy. I'm not a farmer, not a hunter, no mage or scholar or a soldier. No rogue... no queen. I have a few skills in so many areas but I've no true talent for anything. Apparently I decide my own fate too, so there is no direction other than what I decide on... and I I have no clue."
It was honestly quite ridiculous, and some wry amusement at her own indecision quirked her lips. Wringing the skin from the rabbit, she began to separate it into parts, not flinching from the gore or the blood staining her hands.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
