Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
When sleep eluded her and the dampness of her shelter became too much, Maea tossed her blankets aside and got up. Shivering in the cold air, she stoked the fire and found a shawl to wrap about her shoulders. As the fire munched on meager kindling, she glanced outside at the ever pouring rain, frowning at a peculiar light in the sky.
Heading for the door, she walked barefoot into the night. Cold bit into her soles, cold damp settling into her hair, but the Ancient paid it no heed as she craned her neck and squinted up at the diffuse glow of the moon, somewhere above the clouds. Yet somehow, there was not only one, but two points of illumination tonight.
It could be magic, it could be illusion, or a number of things. But her thoughts went to Noah and his talk of strange events and corrupted life, and the sudden chill walking down her spine had nothing to do with the weather.
Turning around on her heel, Maea went back inside and slammed the door shut behind her. Tomorrow would be soon enough to figure out what it meant to have two moons in the sky.
Heading for the door, she walked barefoot into the night. Cold bit into her soles, cold damp settling into her hair, but the Ancient paid it no heed as she craned her neck and squinted up at the diffuse glow of the moon, somewhere above the clouds. Yet somehow, there was not only one, but two points of illumination tonight.
It could be magic, it could be illusion, or a number of things. But her thoughts went to Noah and his talk of strange events and corrupted life, and the sudden chill walking down her spine had nothing to do with the weather.
Turning around on her heel, Maea went back inside and slammed the door shut behind her. Tomorrow would be soon enough to figure out what it meant to have two moons in the sky.
Maea
