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

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies The concern of her friend was touching, though Samuel had made so little noise in the midst of the agitated crowd that Maea was surprised when he actually came up to her. She gave him what she hoped was a ressuring smile, but could not honestly say that she was worried about Ludo's presence over her shoulders. If anything, it was a comfort to have someone close, even if that someone turned out to be the soul guide itself. How long har it been since she touched anyone, since anyone reached for her for any reason? Try though she did, Maea could not recall. "I'll be alright" she assured him before he left. There were prices to pay, of course there were, but in her case it would hardly be more than she could handle. Not like this. Nothing at all like the battle that raged up ahead, so fiercely that the ground trembled beneath her feet despite the distance. Ludo's commentary aided her poor sight, brought a measure of order to the blurred shapes racing on and off... But then there was nothing more to see. ...they have brought the Spire Demon down. A heartbeat. A soaring leap of incredulous joy, of blinding disbelief. They had done it... They had done it? THEY HAD DONE IT! ... it has killed Ronin Taliesin. A heartbeat. Then the world reeled around her, and Maea's hands dropped down along her sides, as empty and useless as her prayers. Ludo was here, and the stars of Safrin shone over the fighters up ahead, and still someone had died. Not in vain, probably, för the demon was dead and a nightmare had ended but...what was the point if everyone did not make it? How could anyone move forward if it would cost them for every step of the way? Then, a thought that had weighed on her from the moment it became apparent what she was. Had her kind caused all of this? Was it somehow her fault that a man had died today? Was it really she who ought to give her life to fix this, instead of those brave souls out there? That she knew none of them did not matter, Maea still felt... responsible. Trembling fingers reached for something to hold. A hand, a piece of clothing, one of Ludo's rags if they would permit such a thing, from someone like her. They probably should not.