"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
Sunjata isn't the only one who is doing a bit of soul searching. It's been a little over a week since she last heard from Locke. The Attuned simply disappeared without a trace. It was hard not to notice when he'd been practically living with her, but she's suddenly alone all over again, but this time with a baby. Her plate is overflowing and her concerns are mounting, but there is nothing to be done for it except keep moving forward despite the unease in her stomach and the way her heart aches all over again. Where did he go? The fact that he simply left makes no sense to her. Something must have happened, but she doesn't even know where to begin with that line of thought.
She's caught in this whirlwind of thought and emotion as she heads into the port. Edmund is wrapped in a sling, cradled to her chest, blue eyes wide as he's overwhelmed with sound of a bustling market. Torchers shift out of her way as she walks, offering polite hello's and nods of their heads which she easily returns despite the knot in her belly. Adjusting her basket on her arm, Maeve sees a familiar figure she's not expecting, knowing him to have already left Torchline for good. Yet here he is. How do they always seem to find each other when their hearts are hurting like this?
Maeve clears her throat, trying her best to put on a smile that doesn't quite spark a light in the jade of her eyes, "Jata." She calls out in an attempt to get his attention, quickening her steps just enough so she might reach out to lightly catch his arm with her free hand.
She's caught in this whirlwind of thought and emotion as she heads into the port. Edmund is wrapped in a sling, cradled to her chest, blue eyes wide as he's overwhelmed with sound of a bustling market. Torchers shift out of her way as she walks, offering polite hello's and nods of their heads which she easily returns despite the knot in her belly. Adjusting her basket on her arm, Maeve sees a familiar figure she's not expecting, knowing him to have already left Torchline for good. Yet here he is. How do they always seem to find each other when their hearts are hurting like this?
Maeve clears her throat, trying her best to put on a smile that doesn't quite spark a light in the jade of her eyes, "Jata." She calls out in an attempt to get his attention, quickening her steps just enough so she might reach out to lightly catch his arm with her free hand.
Maeve
