Maea
The kind of flawless they think I should be
That surprised, enough to stop and look up at the tall, kindly face of the Outlander. So different to herself, yet so similar. Tall and small, New and Old, yet living and breathing and thinking together on how to better themselves. What did it matter where they came from?
A voice... was she though? Could she speak clearly enough for everyone to hear? Could she rally and inspire like Rory had, to make individuals become a crowd that became a single entity?
"Well... talk to one another, for one. Share what they know and who they are, and leave a little room in their hearts for the plight of others. And... and then..."
Ger gaze softened as it got lost somewhere in the distance, seeing not the desolate expanse of wasted land but a ghostly dream of possibility.
"If they could come to an understanding, maybe some of what was lost could be rebuilt. Ruins restored, houses expanded. A whole new building for the infirmary, and a garden to grow all the plants they might need. A school, for those who would learn to care for others and who seek knowledge for it's own sake. Safety... from the monsters of the Long Night and the unknown beyond the barrier. Time for play, and laughter and..."
Maea blushed at hearing herself, the lofty nonsense she spewed like it could ever become reality. For any of that to happen there would have to be a surplus of food, of people to grow the food, of material and heads to think and dream of more than tomorrow.
"I would need the barrier to fall" she amended soberly. "And my gods don't wish for that to happen. Would that it could... but..."
It was a complicated matter. Difficult to choose between what her heart desired and what her eyes could see was needed. Was it even her choice to make?
A voice... was she though? Could she speak clearly enough for everyone to hear? Could she rally and inspire like Rory had, to make individuals become a crowd that became a single entity?
"Well... talk to one another, for one. Share what they know and who they are, and leave a little room in their hearts for the plight of others. And... and then..."
Ger gaze softened as it got lost somewhere in the distance, seeing not the desolate expanse of wasted land but a ghostly dream of possibility.
"If they could come to an understanding, maybe some of what was lost could be rebuilt. Ruins restored, houses expanded. A whole new building for the infirmary, and a garden to grow all the plants they might need. A school, for those who would learn to care for others and who seek knowledge for it's own sake. Safety... from the monsters of the Long Night and the unknown beyond the barrier. Time for play, and laughter and..."
Maea blushed at hearing herself, the lofty nonsense she spewed like it could ever become reality. For any of that to happen there would have to be a surplus of food, of people to grow the food, of material and heads to think and dream of more than tomorrow.
"I would need the barrier to fall" she amended soberly. "And my gods don't wish for that to happen. Would that it could... but..."
It was a complicated matter. Difficult to choose between what her heart desired and what her eyes could see was needed. Was it even her choice to make?
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
