Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Her only response to the salacious comment was a soft scowl, annoyance winning over embarrassment and somehow making it all feel better. If he wasn't making a bit deal out of it... Still, Maea remained a bit out of it even as the coat was offered to her. She only slowly came to her feet and slipped into the garment. Far too big, it pooled around her feet, the arms dangling a good bit past her fingertips. Warmth lingered in the cloth though; pulling it snug around herself, she buried her nose into the trim and sighed contentedly as the shivers subsided.
"Thank you," she mumbled, clearing rust from her vocal chords with a cough. "I'm Maea."
It was a lot to take in. The burned out embers beneath her feet, statues, the flamboyant Danta so out of place in the brambled woodland - the horns on his head drew a second glance, but no comment - and then the matter of where, when, why... Yet it had to be said, Maea wasn't entirely unaccustomed to waking up in strange places. She had learned long ago to let the details explain themselves. Of more immediate concern was the strange sensation of the tail that slithered about her legs with a mind of its own, and the new-yet-not weight dragging on her head. Reaching up to drag silky strands of salt-white hair from her face, her wrist bumped into the smooth curve of a horn and disrupted the habitual gesture. Leaving sooty smears on the white bone and her cheek, she detangled her fingers with a look of annoyance, scowl deepening as she absently sorted through her memories.
"A while, you said... How long? What year is it?" Without protest she nodded acceptance of his suggestions to leave and followed after Danta, letting him choose the destination. It was all the same to her.
"Thank you," she mumbled, clearing rust from her vocal chords with a cough. "I'm Maea."
It was a lot to take in. The burned out embers beneath her feet, statues, the flamboyant Danta so out of place in the brambled woodland - the horns on his head drew a second glance, but no comment - and then the matter of where, when, why... Yet it had to be said, Maea wasn't entirely unaccustomed to waking up in strange places. She had learned long ago to let the details explain themselves. Of more immediate concern was the strange sensation of the tail that slithered about her legs with a mind of its own, and the new-yet-not weight dragging on her head. Reaching up to drag silky strands of salt-white hair from her face, her wrist bumped into the smooth curve of a horn and disrupted the habitual gesture. Leaving sooty smears on the white bone and her cheek, she detangled her fingers with a look of annoyance, scowl deepening as she absently sorted through her memories.
"A while, you said... How long? What year is it?" Without protest she nodded acceptance of his suggestions to leave and followed after Danta, letting him choose the destination. It was all the same to her.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
