Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
She laughed at that, and couldn't disagree. The Flood had always drowned his problems in drink - family or no, she doubted that would ever change. Glad to let the subject drop, Maea tucked her hands into the pockets of her coat and walked in companionable silence as Neron considered. His response saw her nodding thoughtfully.
"Then I'd be happy to show you," she responded earnestly. "What sort of reading do you prefer?" Only the illiterate would have no preference, of that she was firmly convinced.
He had a point. Squinting at the foggy road ahead as if she might glean some answers from the swirling damp, Maea tried to stifle the many if's but's and what if's that suddenly crowded her tongue. Heaping them all on her brother was one thing, but this man was more or less a stranger. She'd rather not make herself out to be more of a brooding whiner than she already had.
"Fair enough," she said instead, light and seemingly unconcerned. "She is a goddess, after all. Miracles are what they do, I suppose."
Listening to the explanation he offered, Maea was quiet for a moment. Absorbing the situation, the sort of trouble he must have been in to make a decision like that.
"Did it work?" she wondered, voice kind and without judgement. "Is it worth it?" Running from problems had a way of ensuring it would trip you up later. She knew it well herself.
"Then I'd be happy to show you," she responded earnestly. "What sort of reading do you prefer?" Only the illiterate would have no preference, of that she was firmly convinced.
He had a point. Squinting at the foggy road ahead as if she might glean some answers from the swirling damp, Maea tried to stifle the many if's but's and what if's that suddenly crowded her tongue. Heaping them all on her brother was one thing, but this man was more or less a stranger. She'd rather not make herself out to be more of a brooding whiner than she already had.
"Fair enough," she said instead, light and seemingly unconcerned. "She is a goddess, after all. Miracles are what they do, I suppose."
Listening to the explanation he offered, Maea was quiet for a moment. Absorbing the situation, the sort of trouble he must have been in to make a decision like that.
"Did it work?" she wondered, voice kind and without judgement. "Is it worth it?" Running from problems had a way of ensuring it would trip you up later. She knew it well herself.
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
