Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
The shake of her head was firm. No, definitely not an option. "What if someone walked in there? They would get a face full of the things, and even if we are safe from the poison, other's may not be."
Waiting for Amun to finish thinking, Maea considered his suggestion. There was something very earnest and faintly amusing about how he tackled every problem she seemed to throw at him, and it brightened her mood to watch.
"I have no idea," she admitted cheefully about the wasp senses. "But it's worth a try. Let me just recharge, I need some time before teleporting again." Heading back to the fireplace, she picked up a shovel and sweep and returned with the items in hand. "For sweeping up the wasps when you've stunned them," she explained. Shifting both items to one hand, she reached up to pat her brother on the cheek.
"Don't look so glum. At least you get a break from reading, yeah?" She smiled sweetly at him, and very successfully managed not to laugh at him.
Waiting for Amun to finish thinking, Maea considered his suggestion. There was something very earnest and faintly amusing about how he tackled every problem she seemed to throw at him, and it brightened her mood to watch.
"I have no idea," she admitted cheefully about the wasp senses. "But it's worth a try. Let me just recharge, I need some time before teleporting again." Heading back to the fireplace, she picked up a shovel and sweep and returned with the items in hand. "For sweeping up the wasps when you've stunned them," she explained. Shifting both items to one hand, she reached up to pat her brother on the cheek.
"Don't look so glum. At least you get a break from reading, yeah?" She smiled sweetly at him, and very successfully managed not to laugh at him.
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
