Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
"Any time." She returned the smile briefly before turning her attention back to the winding trail. The bucket in her hand swayed in time with her steps; beyond the creak of the handle and the sound of their feet, the forest lay quiet around them. "Did you have a project in mind for the clay?"
Sometimes she envied him the passion for pottery. While she was busier now with preparations for the party, too much time was still spent just sitting around. Staring out into space, or - probably quite annoyingly - staring at Amun while he worked. She of course helped out when asked, but Maea felt little incentive to take up anything on her own. Nothing really inspired. Not even reading, which had been a passion in the past.
Sometimes she envied him the passion for pottery. While she was busier now with preparations for the party, too much time was still spent just sitting around. Staring out into space, or - probably quite annoyingly - staring at Amun while he worked. She of course helped out when asked, but Maea felt little incentive to take up anything on her own. Nothing really inspired. Not even reading, which had been a passion in the past.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
