Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
It was no more than she expected, when earth and sky traded places and her vision filled with sun-kissed skin and laughing eyes. Not because she had given up - she fought all the way around, making sure to give Hotaru all the resistance she was capable of. It just wasn't enough to make a difference.
With solid ground as an anchor beneath her shoulders Maea gritted her teeth against the pain that slowly ate into her thigh. Squirming to slip the grip on her wrist, on her torso, the Ancient bared her fangs in a soundless snarl, breath picking up... But nothing. She was well and truly stuck. And finally the pain too crossed what she was able to tolerate.
"Nnngh.... yield. I yield!"
Flushed from the effort, she half glared up at Ru, frustration over the loss mingling with true enjoyment. It felt good to spar; felt good to see her friend again, too. Perhaps a little too good - the color in her cheeks was not entirely the result of the wrestling match. As soon as the was able to she freed herself from the close proximity, covering any fluster with a cough and vexed grin.
"That's the second time I've been humbled this season... Maybe I should take up embroidery instead." Her voice came out hoarse, but the discomfort faded quickly enough. No harm done.
With solid ground as an anchor beneath her shoulders Maea gritted her teeth against the pain that slowly ate into her thigh. Squirming to slip the grip on her wrist, on her torso, the Ancient bared her fangs in a soundless snarl, breath picking up... But nothing. She was well and truly stuck. And finally the pain too crossed what she was able to tolerate.
"Nnngh.... yield. I yield!"
Flushed from the effort, she half glared up at Ru, frustration over the loss mingling with true enjoyment. It felt good to spar; felt good to see her friend again, too. Perhaps a little too good - the color in her cheeks was not entirely the result of the wrestling match. As soon as the was able to she freed herself from the close proximity, covering any fluster with a cough and vexed grin.
"That's the second time I've been humbled this season... Maybe I should take up embroidery instead." Her voice came out hoarse, but the discomfort faded quickly enough. No harm done.
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
