Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
"Why, thank you." Her own smile was just as fleeting, grateful for the approval; it might sound flippant and quirky, but there had been deep thought put behind the decision. Maea was glad he didn't make a joke about it.
Letting her gaze roam the participants and picking out familiar faces in the crowd - faces of people she knew in passing, some by name and some rather well but would not wish to approach - she hummed in acknowledgement ofAmun's observation.
"I think it's the war," she murmured. "Isn't this the last, or at least one of the last Festivals before it all begins? Who knows when there will be another gathering like this. And when it comes - who can say which faces will be lost from the crowd. There might not be lanterns enough for all the names that need remembering, by then."
Emptying her glass, the girl tried to savor the taste but found that it was too faint to linger long on either tongue or in memory. Glancing around again, she nodded and set the cup aside on a gnarled root.
"Yeah, let's go. I'd rather not run into Remi again, if it can be avoided."
Letting her gaze roam the participants and picking out familiar faces in the crowd - faces of people she knew in passing, some by name and some rather well but would not wish to approach - she hummed in acknowledgement of
"I think it's the war," she murmured. "Isn't this the last, or at least one of the last Festivals before it all begins? Who knows when there will be another gathering like this. And when it comes - who can say which faces will be lost from the crowd. There might not be lanterns enough for all the names that need remembering, by then."
Emptying her glass, the girl tried to savor the taste but found that it was too faint to linger long on either tongue or in memory. Glancing around again, she nodded and set the cup aside on a gnarled root.
"Yeah, let's go. I'd rather not run into Remi again, if it can be avoided."
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
