[Mini Event] To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL]

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies And that was the whole problem, wasn't it. Four people, only four, and not s single Natural standing among them. It was rash, it was impatient, and perhaps even necessary, but it did not make it feel any better. Maybe Zariah had a point, perhaps they were scared of what would happen if the wall came down, maybe they were annoyed at a bunch of outsiders had fallen into their midst and questioned every truth the Naturals had ever known. But to say that they were happy to leave the bleeding and the dying to others.... That just was not true. "I am sure it must be hard on you " Maea said quietly, to Zariah and the others as well, anyone who cared to listen, "to be torn from your old life and thrown into a place like this. You have been here... how long now? Too long, för sure. And you have seen bad things, and learned a little of what it means to be trapped here. Perhaps our lives seem gray and pointless to you... But at least we are alive. We live, and we live because we learned how to survive, how to be patient and avoid unnecessary risks." She met the eyes of those who questioned her, looked at Evie and Zariah, back straight and without faltering. Where she found the strength Maea wasn't sure, but the neither raised her voice nor backed down, even though the pressure of clashing wills made her feel nauseous. "They are free to do what they wish, and I am free to think it reckless; believe it or not, agree or not but the barrier restricts only where we can go, not what we think or do. I chose to spend my time plowing the fields, raising animals and providing for everyone within these Hollowed Grounds. I'm sorry, miss, but I have never seen you on the fields, or in the woods, or holding a tool. Nor do I see you standing out there, risking your life. How exactly have you been contributing to anything?" With that Maea turned away from all of them, her attention shifting towards the battle that had begun. There was a weight like led in her stomach as she watched them, little more than blurred shapes to her eyes; she did not recognize the faces of anyone because she was unable to see that far... yet still she felt obliged to watch anyway. Whatever the outcome, it would affect them all, and Maea hated that she was bound to the sidelines like this. Unable to help. Unable to do anything. Clasping her hands tightly together, the pale-skinned woman began to pray. "Safrin, lady of light, hold your hand over them and shield them from harm. Guide their steps upon this earth, Frey, that they shall not stumble or fall. Lend them your eyes, Ludo and guide them away from the darkness, and let no grief cast shadow upon this day..."