Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Well, he was not wrong. But this was not the right time to have that conversation - she'd literally just woken up - and so for the time being she simply snorted and made herself comfortable. "Lead the way then, I suppose. Oh mighty saviour, ye wise one." If only pinching would do anything.
For a time the scenery was allowed to roll by in silence. For all that the sunlight was faint and the air cool Maea still found it uncomfortable. Nestling as deep into the folds of her coat as she could, she struggled to pick up the threads of where she had left off before the shutdown. What had she been doing? Where had she been headed? There were vague recollections of encounters, of faces and exchanges, but all that really stood out was an overarching numbness, that persisted even now.
Attempting to distract herself from it, she focused on the cadence of Amun's steps, the gentle sway back and forth, back and forth of a rolling horizon. "Do you still stay in the Grounds these days?" she asked, breaking the silence when she couldn't stand it anymore.
For a time the scenery was allowed to roll by in silence. For all that the sunlight was faint and the air cool Maea still found it uncomfortable. Nestling as deep into the folds of her coat as she could, she struggled to pick up the threads of where she had left off before the shutdown. What had she been doing? Where had she been headed? There were vague recollections of encounters, of faces and exchanges, but all that really stood out was an overarching numbness, that persisted even now.
Attempting to distract herself from it, she focused on the cadence of Amun's steps, the gentle sway back and forth, back and forth of a rolling horizon. "Do you still stay in the Grounds these days?" she asked, breaking the silence when she couldn't stand it anymore.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
