MAEA
"I hate to break it to you, but those kinds of hurt feelings are never going to go away," Maea replied soberly. "You attacked a city, and people died. No matter what reasons you had, that's the reality of the matter. I am more surprised that there hasn't been retaliations. That the war didn't start early. Open hostilities should have been the result, and that they are not is probably the closest to 'resolved' as we get."
Sloshing her way up onto a slight elevation where a clutch of gnarled trees had yet to succumb to the noxious fumes, Maea paused to survey the landscape. It was growing uncomfortably hot and her senses were complaining, unwilling to linger too long in this place; but she was more concerned with the conversation than herself at this point, and ignored the quiet alarms for a while longer.
"It should be. But it's not, really. This is about more than just you and me and not wanting to die, or have to watch our backs. It's about the Old Gods accepting The Voice as one of them, and acknowledging that she has a place and a purpose.
"Realistically, we are never going to vanquish all of them, nor should we. So in order to win, what we really need is to convince them that she doesn't need to be destroyed. And since I don't know what she wants... I don't really see how that is going to happen."
Poking her stick around and listening to the hollow thumps of the ground, she eventually leaned against it and stared out into the gloom. Somewhere off in the distance a light flared up and wavered blueish and faint; it winked out as she laid eyes on it, and after a while another swamp-light sprung up, off to the side.
"That's what I believe, at least. Maybe I'm completely wrong. It wouldn't be the first time." Maea turned to gaze at her brother, with a complicated smile tugging at her mouth. "But none of that really helps you feel any better, does it?"
Sloshing her way up onto a slight elevation where a clutch of gnarled trees had yet to succumb to the noxious fumes, Maea paused to survey the landscape. It was growing uncomfortably hot and her senses were complaining, unwilling to linger too long in this place; but she was more concerned with the conversation than herself at this point, and ignored the quiet alarms for a while longer.
"It should be. But it's not, really. This is about more than just you and me and not wanting to die, or have to watch our backs. It's about the Old Gods accepting The Voice as one of them, and acknowledging that she has a place and a purpose.
"Realistically, we are never going to vanquish all of them, nor should we. So in order to win, what we really need is to convince them that she doesn't need to be destroyed. And since I don't know what she wants... I don't really see how that is going to happen."
Poking her stick around and listening to the hollow thumps of the ground, she eventually leaned against it and stared out into the gloom. Somewhere off in the distance a light flared up and wavered blueish and faint; it winked out as she laid eyes on it, and after a while another swamp-light sprung up, off to the side.
"That's what I believe, at least. Maybe I'm completely wrong. It wouldn't be the first time." Maea turned to gaze at her brother, with a complicated smile tugging at her mouth. "But none of that really helps you feel any better, does it?"
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
