Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
Maea had no such disguise to shield herself with. Only her ratty old coat with its fraying cuffs and deep hood, that did a decent job of hiding the pallor of her skin in shadow. She kept her hands tucked into the sleeves as she trudged up to the Festival, following in her brother's wake but keeping enough distance between them that anyone who recognized her might overlook any connections between them.
She still followed him to his tree, though, carrying her own seashell lantern in the crook of an arm. It had been created in the memory of herself, of who she used to be before death had claimed her. No ghosts would likely come to pay her a visit anyway, save perhaps the ghosts of memories past. But that was as it should be; this year, it was time to mourn herself, so that she might put the old to rest and move on.
"Care for company, or would you rather be alone for a bit?" she askedAmun softly, and hovered in indecision until she knew whether to settle in more comfortably, or perhaps leave for another shady tree to hide beneath. There were plenty of them, and she wouldn't mind.
She still followed him to his tree, though, carrying her own seashell lantern in the crook of an arm. It had been created in the memory of herself, of who she used to be before death had claimed her. No ghosts would likely come to pay her a visit anyway, save perhaps the ghosts of memories past. But that was as it should be; this year, it was time to mourn herself, so that she might put the old to rest and move on.
"Care for company, or would you rather be alone for a bit?" she asked
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
