Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
The look she returned to him took on a grave and rather sad note. While she didn't avoid his touch, for once she didn't become cheered or swayed by it. "I know. But as long as even one person calls this place home who is not, considerations should be given. Especially if the Grounds is to remain a region where everyone is welcome. Isn't that supposed to be the whole difference between us and, say, Stormbreak?" According to the narrative she had been fed lately, at least.
Armed with her shovel, she nodded and searched inward for a cue. Amun's hip bumped her a step aside, and she measured a playful kick at him in retaliation; if it even reached him it would be nothing more than a gentle nudge, grand in gesture and nothing else. "What, you don't like wasps? Alright, I'm good. You first." With a grand gesture she presented the door to him, and waited expectantly for him to make the first move.
Armed with her shovel, she nodded and searched inward for a cue. Amun's hip bumped her a step aside, and she measured a playful kick at him in retaliation; if it even reached him it would be nothing more than a gentle nudge, grand in gesture and nothing else. "What, you don't like wasps? Alright, I'm good. You first." With a grand gesture she presented the door to him, and waited expectantly for him to make the first move.
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
