Maea
The kind of flawless they think I should be
The comment from a voice so close startled the girl enough that she jumped. Pale fingers fell down without ever reaching the smooth darkness of the Spire - a good thing, probably - and she turned, to find Are staring up at the immense construct. Considering how he might view it, she followed his gaze, sought to spy the top of the building but found it hidden from view at this angle... She shook her head.
"No. Not yet. The Demon guarding this place might be dead, but the barrier still stand. And now Rory's mob stand between the Spire and anyone who might wish to enter."
A faulty safeguard, too little and too late. Ut would not be able to hold anyone back in the long run, because in the end they were only human. They needed to eat, and sleep, and tend to their farms... eventually some would leave, and then some would become most of them, until only a handful remained.
Fools. Yet she couldn't fault them for this, because she too bad stood there, blocking the way and discussing what to do. No one had been able to answer her questions, and it made her anxious.
Would she have to do something herself?
"Tell me, master cobbler. What was your world like? Was it much different from this place?" Gazing at him with colorless eyes, Maea regarded him quietly. A stranger, an Outlander... but there before her all the same. How did her world appear to his eyes? Was it... truly dying?
"No. Not yet. The Demon guarding this place might be dead, but the barrier still stand. And now Rory's mob stand between the Spire and anyone who might wish to enter."
A faulty safeguard, too little and too late. Ut would not be able to hold anyone back in the long run, because in the end they were only human. They needed to eat, and sleep, and tend to their farms... eventually some would leave, and then some would become most of them, until only a handful remained.
Fools. Yet she couldn't fault them for this, because she too bad stood there, blocking the way and discussing what to do. No one had been able to answer her questions, and it made her anxious.
Would she have to do something herself?
"Tell me, master cobbler. What was your world like? Was it much different from this place?" Gazing at him with colorless eyes, Maea regarded him quietly. A stranger, an Outlander... but there before her all the same. How did her world appear to his eyes? Was it... truly dying?
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
