MAEA
Even though she wasn't in a mood for theological debate at that exact moment, Maea found herself listening all the same. Perhaps even with more attention than usual; it kept her from brooding over fading heartbeats, cruel accusations and the lingering sensation in her hands, of metal slicing through flesh.
"She did speak to me in the past," she admitted quietly. "Even when my questions were rude and spiteful, she still answered. I suppose.... it's not entirely her fault I didn't like what I heard." Though putting Maea's own face on that demonstration of a failed Ascendance still felt like a very unnecessary thing. The goddes had done nothing to try and sway her poor opinions. Quite the opposite.
This time, Maea did a concerted effort to look at her arm as it was tended to. Even if she wanted to cringe away from the gruesome cut. Even if she shuddered upon seeing what exactly she was made of, these days. Not until Amun was done did she look away. Down, at the comb hanging loosely in her hand. She leaned forward, until her forehead bumped softly into Amun's stomach.
"Just... give me a moment?" came a quiet request. "Then we can go find Isla." Just a little while longer, until she was ready to explain everything again. In greater detail, no doubt, because the leader of the Grounds probably ought to know about the attack. Even if it was a random thing, unconnected to the war. Maea really hoped it was, anyway.
"She did speak to me in the past," she admitted quietly. "Even when my questions were rude and spiteful, she still answered. I suppose.... it's not entirely her fault I didn't like what I heard." Though putting Maea's own face on that demonstration of a failed Ascendance still felt like a very unnecessary thing. The goddes had done nothing to try and sway her poor opinions. Quite the opposite.
This time, Maea did a concerted effort to look at her arm as it was tended to. Even if she wanted to cringe away from the gruesome cut. Even if she shuddered upon seeing what exactly she was made of, these days. Not until Amun was done did she look away. Down, at the comb hanging loosely in her hand. She leaned forward, until her forehead bumped softly into Amun's stomach.
"Just... give me a moment?" came a quiet request. "Then we can go find Isla." Just a little while longer, until she was ready to explain everything again. In greater detail, no doubt, because the leader of the Grounds probably ought to know about the attack. Even if it was a random thing, unconnected to the war. Maea really hoped it was, anyway.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
