From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Somewhere between girding herself for battle and apathy for the potential ensuing drama, Wessex can only delay leaving her house for so long before it starts to become absurd. And she knows it, which is the worst part. Absurdity has never sat well with the demigod.
Eventually the sun sets and Wessex leaves Theskyra House for where she’s heard Edrei’s been staying. Her boots still feel like lead, dread heavy, in something a nearly two-season avoidance has yet to ease. Stick to the plan. Just stick to the plan. In and out. Maybe she won’t even be home. Knocking quickly on the door, Wessex steps back and does her best to school her face and keep all the emotions locked down. Just get the information and go.
"Come in or fuck off, I'm not getting up." Edy's voice is bright and unwavering, easily making it across the room and through the door. Even without Wessex's keen hearing, the instructions would be clear enough.
Within, Wessex will find the flat Edy is squatting staying in, a charming mixture of chaos and meticulousness. There are stacks of things on the floor yes, but they're perfectly arranged and seemingly intentionally placed. On a couch, nearly upside down with her feet against the wall, the last-remaining Launceleyn is reading. It's some trashy bullshit she got from Isla who got it from Varus. Real romance soft-porn such that were any of them capable of anything more than giving off fluid, Edy wouldn't have been surprised to find some of the pages stuck together. As it is, it isn't doing much for her.
A large part of Wessex wonders if she would have gotten the same reception if she’d announced her presence with words instead of a knock. Too late for either of them now, she does as bid and opens the door, taking in the space she's cultivated with some obvious surprise.
Edy, reading? Her eyebrows almost reach her hairline as she forgets herself for a minute and lingers in the doorway, half-in, half-out, hand on the doorknob and willing to commit to either decision. “Hey, Edy,” she says, trying to sound both casual and efficient at the same time. “Quick question. When the war comes, are you going to help fight or help or none of the above?”
Narrowing her eyes, Edy doesn't bother to untangle or right herself from her strange perch. Instead, she exhales a sharp puff of air that's as predatory as it is pleasantly surprised. "Yeah I'll fight. I don't much feel like dying for a third time." She replies just as efficiently, though there's clearly sass building in the back of her throat.
Though she doesn't move from her position, her finger has folded down the top corner of the current page she's on, just in case the situation calls for sudden movement. You never quite knew with Wessex, and all the more so given the strained status of the relationship the two currently had.
Relief works its way through Wessex from the bottom up, both at Edy’s straightforward answer and the content of it. Lingering for a moment, she seems to consider saying more as a silence falls between them. After a couple of beats too long, she smiles politely (if the Rapacious were to be looking at her) and nods briskly. “Great, thanks. We’ll be working on that soon, if you’d like to join in training.”
In and out. Not so bad, though she’s under no illusions that this will ease the tension between them - nor will training, but it’s the only way to, you know, avoid dying again. The older blonde backs out of the room and shuts the door without much more, simply happy to check this off her list.
