Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
"Yes," she agreed sadly. "It began as soon as the barrier fell. Can't really blame them - not many would choose to remain here, after so long behind bars." Not if there were alternatives. Farmers had stayed, some businesses too, but so much had changed in only a handful of years, it boggled the mind.
The study door creaked as she pushed it open. The room within was small, void of even the narrow windows that lined the ceiling in the library they had come through, and here Maea found that the sparks from her palm actually helped aid her vision. Looking around, she took in the desk, the empty chair and the many shelves along the walls with a pang of bitter sweet nostalgia.
The question made her pause halfway into the room. "I think... books," she replied, but there was a note of uncertainty. "Can't recall what they looked like, though. Try the desk, and I'll look through these shelves." She made for the wall to the right, already reaching to pull out a dusty tome.
"Oh - and look out for paper wasps."
The study door creaked as she pushed it open. The room within was small, void of even the narrow windows that lined the ceiling in the library they had come through, and here Maea found that the sparks from her palm actually helped aid her vision. Looking around, she took in the desk, the empty chair and the many shelves along the walls with a pang of bitter sweet nostalgia.
The question made her pause halfway into the room. "I think... books," she replied, but there was a note of uncertainty. "Can't recall what they looked like, though. Try the desk, and I'll look through these shelves." She made for the wall to the right, already reaching to pull out a dusty tome.
"Oh - and look out for paper wasps."
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
