Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
For once she did as she was told. Unamused by the idea of being left alone in the dark room now swarming with wasps, Maea activated her upgrade and appeared by the empty fireplace in the room beyond. Hurrying back to meet up with Amun, she had a peeved look about her and gave the closed door a hard glare.
"Oh that's great," she snarked, and rested her hands on the hips. "Now what do we do..." Maybe Amun was nonchalant enough about the critters, but she would not be able to concentrate with the pests buzzing about her ears. Not to mention, if they opened the door again, they might spread to the rest of the Atheneum - endangering both visitors and the books alike.
"Don't suppose you're able to - oh, I don't know - make smoke? Or sing stuff into a trance?" Shooting Amun a glance, she raised a brow at him. Hoping for some bright idea that might salvage the situation.
"Oh that's great," she snarked, and rested her hands on the hips. "Now what do we do..." Maybe Amun was nonchalant enough about the critters, but she would not be able to concentrate with the pests buzzing about her ears. Not to mention, if they opened the door again, they might spread to the rest of the Atheneum - endangering both visitors and the books alike.
"Don't suppose you're able to - oh, I don't know - make smoke? Or sing stuff into a trance?" Shooting Amun a glance, she raised a brow at him. Hoping for some bright idea that might salvage the situation.
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
