Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
The bemused expression lingered, and the young woman slowly shook her head, unsure what to make of it all. "While I am grateful for the support, I'm not sure you grasp what it means to help us." Reclining against the door, she gazed down at the toes of her boots. "It will turn many people against you, some with powers beyond comprehension. It will be dangerous." How many times a day did she have to pause and think, realizing all over again that she was now among those whose existence hung by a thin thread? It never ceased to both amaze and unsettle her, how events had unfolded.
"In any case... if you intend to converse with any of the gods, I would recommend that you wrap your words in a bit of silk. If nothing else, it might keep you from being cursed." Maea gave him a lopsided smile. "If it's any consolation, it should wear off, in time. You just have to be careful until it does - no more work in the forge, for a while." She wished she could call it unfair, or exaggerated. But he had been really blunt, and she couldn't think of any god that might enjoy that.
Well. Perhaps Frey was an exception. Maybe.
"In any case... if you intend to converse with any of the gods, I would recommend that you wrap your words in a bit of silk. If nothing else, it might keep you from being cursed." Maea gave him a lopsided smile. "If it's any consolation, it should wear off, in time. You just have to be careful until it does - no more work in the forge, for a while." She wished she could call it unfair, or exaggerated. But he had been really blunt, and she couldn't think of any god that might enjoy that.
Well. Perhaps Frey was an exception. Maybe.
Maea
