MAEA
When was it that she stopped singing? As a child, it had come so easy. There were songs for cooking and songs for cleaning, songs for good times and bad, for joy and sorrow. Singing was a rare freedom in a land that long since forgot what it was like to live without cages, and it had been one of few things she could do without hinder. But somewhere between the child and the woman the melodies had caught in her throat. Withered and faded, until she choked on words that came out soured and bitter, impossible to voice without an aftertaste.
Even now, it was only a means of self soothing. The moment a voice called out, Maea quieted and laid frozen. Heart beating wildly, she instinctively sought to activate the teleportation device embedded in her by the Voice - and found herself still on the floor, as nothing happened. Lingering echoes of her own voice mocked her and she strained to find something to say - something witty, cocksure and drawled to show how little she cared about being caught breaking rules - but nothing came to mind.
"Mh. Yes," came out as a mumbled croak, a far cry from the flowing tunes she had produced a moment ago. Rolling up into sitting again, she pulled the cloak around herself like a midnight shroud, and fought the hefty horns jutting from the sides of her head for dominion over the tousled hair. When they kept winning, she gave up and bolted upright to rise, but in her haste her wet feet slipped on the stone and sent her sprawling back down onto the floor again, with the back of her head connecting soundly with the stone flagging.
This time it did hurt. A soft groan escaped her throat - probably as much from humiliation as from the pain itself.
Even now, it was only a means of self soothing. The moment a voice called out, Maea quieted and laid frozen. Heart beating wildly, she instinctively sought to activate the teleportation device embedded in her by the Voice - and found herself still on the floor, as nothing happened. Lingering echoes of her own voice mocked her and she strained to find something to say - something witty, cocksure and drawled to show how little she cared about being caught breaking rules - but nothing came to mind.
"Mh. Yes," came out as a mumbled croak, a far cry from the flowing tunes she had produced a moment ago. Rolling up into sitting again, she pulled the cloak around herself like a midnight shroud, and fought the hefty horns jutting from the sides of her head for dominion over the tousled hair. When they kept winning, she gave up and bolted upright to rise, but in her haste her wet feet slipped on the stone and sent her sprawling back down onto the floor again, with the back of her head connecting soundly with the stone flagging.
This time it did hurt. A soft groan escaped her throat - probably as much from humiliation as from the pain itself.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
