[Mini Event] who tells your story

MaeA The inclination to shrink away from Evie's sharp words is as strong as it is ingrained. Years of habit does not die easily, but Maea was not who he had been before. She had seen new things, learned new skills, found new friends and discovered a new strength within herself that she never thought existed. And so, for the first time in her life, Maea did not cower beneath the blue-skye glare of her not-friend. Rather, she straightened her back - though the difference in height was unremarkable - and faced the Wordsworth woman with a stubborn set to the jaw. "And who are going to stop them. You? I serve the gods too, Evie, but I do not have the power to prevent anyone from going anywhere." She indicated the disappearing back of Wessex, and shot a quick glance for the tall, intimidating man that had first addressed her. "Can you keep her from going inside if she really wants to? I'm not saying I want them to, or anyone, but unless you have a concrete plan to seal the Spire, saying 'you can't go' is really rather pointless." Shut up, Evie. For once. But of course Maea didn't say that last bit. Even bravery had limits, and she was already quivering at the knees, dreading the explosion that was sure to come. She wished fervently forsomeone to rescue her, to say something that would deflect attention away from herself... Pale eyes searched for Roana, for Rory, passed briefly over the white raven on his shoulder without realizing the significance of it, tried to find Emmett, or Nate... Was this the right time to speak of cooperation? Of conversations, joint leadership, a future forged by alliances and common goals? Somehow, she felt like the opportunity had been lost along with Wessex's departure. you're so cold, but you feel alive.