History has its eyes on you

Maea shrugged slightly, gazing about at the shelves. She had always enjoyed the though of roaming in here, to pick a book and forget about work and time while losing herself in some other world... But unfortunately reading was difficult at best and ever the dutiful daughter, she had never actually rebelled against her role as a farmer. Not until just recently, when the choice was no longer hers to make. "I've started to know my way around, but truth be told I still get lost at times. What are you looking for? Maybe I can help." Not that she had the time, really, or felt altogether comfortable in the company of this formidable woman. Wessex Thermoskyra was everything Maea was not; tall and strong, confident and skilled at her trade in a way the petite girl would never be. The only thing they had in common was the time spent beneath the bubble and a pale complexion, and... well. Where Maea was wan and frail, a ghost gone astray from Ludo's guiding light, Wessex looked more a goddess in her own right. Maea envied that, so much that her insides ached. Even so, she did not want to leave just yet. Maea Like morning dew Love will come again to you