Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
"I don't think this was a project he would have been allowed to present," Maea murmured, already sucked into the reading. Her colorless eyes scanned the first page with a scholar's practiced gaze, and when the errant breeze flipped the pages for her she spread her hands out well away from them.
Emotions crossed her face as she kept reading. A scowl, followed by raised eyebrows, until finally she passed a weary hand over her face and sighed, long and painful. She passed the book to Tal.
"You stupid fool," she murmured at the candle, but with soft sadness in her voice as if on the verge of tears. "What good is a bit of research if it cost you your life?"
Such drive, and brilliance, and courage - all wasted. And for what?
"Does it say where he found this shadow serpent?" she asked, peeking from beneath her fingers at her friend.
Emotions crossed her face as she kept reading. A scowl, followed by raised eyebrows, until finally she passed a weary hand over her face and sighed, long and painful. She passed the book to Tal.
"You stupid fool," she murmured at the candle, but with soft sadness in her voice as if on the verge of tears. "What good is a bit of research if it cost you your life?"
Such drive, and brilliance, and courage - all wasted. And for what?
"Does it say where he found this shadow serpent?" she asked, peeking from beneath her fingers at her friend.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
