Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
The Slagveld had changed, since she last saw it. It should not have come as a surprise, considering that she had been gone - dead - for over a year but it shook Maea all the same. There was more than a slipshod boxing ring with sand and dust in the corners now. Rooms annexed the ring now. With couches and stocked bars - because of course there were, this was Sunjata's place after all - and a homely, well-worn feeling to it all that suggested much time was spent here.
She felt out of place as she curled up in her seat, as deeply tucked into the corner between armrest and back of the couch as she could get. Bare feet had been tucked in beneath the oversized skirt - gray and lumpy, too big but the best she'd been able to find in a hurry - and while the rest of her remained unnaturally still, fingers plucked nervously with frayed cuffs. Unlike Sunjata, she couldn't bring herself to look at either of them, but kept tracing the details of the room as though the walls were more prison bars than shelters against the elements. As though this hadn't been her own stupid idea.
When Sunjata finally spoke up she slowly drew in a deep breath - it still unnerved her how she kept forgetting to breathe, or rather forgot that she no longer had to go through the motion - and let it out in a sigh.
"I'm... not sure," she admitted quietly. "Maybe... tell me what I've missed? What's happened to you two, since I - died, she almost said, but quickly changed her mind - since last time we met? And if you have questions..." She could at least try to answer them.
She felt out of place as she curled up in her seat, as deeply tucked into the corner between armrest and back of the couch as she could get. Bare feet had been tucked in beneath the oversized skirt - gray and lumpy, too big but the best she'd been able to find in a hurry - and while the rest of her remained unnaturally still, fingers plucked nervously with frayed cuffs. Unlike Sunjata, she couldn't bring herself to look at either of them, but kept tracing the details of the room as though the walls were more prison bars than shelters against the elements. As though this hadn't been her own stupid idea.
When Sunjata finally spoke up she slowly drew in a deep breath - it still unnerved her how she kept forgetting to breathe, or rather forgot that she no longer had to go through the motion - and let it out in a sigh.
"I'm... not sure," she admitted quietly. "Maybe... tell me what I've missed? What's happened to you two, since I - died, she almost said, but quickly changed her mind - since last time we met? And if you have questions..." She could at least try to answer them.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
