Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
This all had a familiar cadence to it that she knew from before. A sensation of riptides pulling at her feet and the dizzying notion of traveling, though where and how fast was beyond her power to control. The mere act of pausing her stride was enough to suck her into the vortex of this person's flow, and before she knew it Maea was hovering just past his threshold, the door slowly snicking shut behind her.
"Maea." A pause pregnant with hesitation followed, then a wary "Pleasure" followed the host as he made for the kitchen.
The rooms beyond smelled of home. Not hers, obviously, but it was ingrained in the walls; scents of cooking and cleaning, of children and easy laughter. That most of the furnishings were gone did little to erase the comfort of the space, and swallowing against a lump in her throat, Maea tried to recall when she had been to any home. Amun had lived in a pottery workshop, and there had been inns, taverns, damp caves and wilderness, but... nothing like this. She felt out of place in this space, dripping rain and mud onto cleanswept floors. Like some wild thing gone astray.
"You are moving," she noted, redundant in her discomfort. "To... Halo?" Logic suggested it, though she didn't dare to ask why, or whether it was a forever move. That would be nosey.
Companions had always been easier than their bonded. The griffin earned a warm smile as Maea crouched down to balance on the walls of her feet, hands opening for Eira to inspect if she so desired. "Hello you. Sorry for waking you up."
"Maea." A pause pregnant with hesitation followed, then a wary "Pleasure" followed the host as he made for the kitchen.
The rooms beyond smelled of home. Not hers, obviously, but it was ingrained in the walls; scents of cooking and cleaning, of children and easy laughter. That most of the furnishings were gone did little to erase the comfort of the space, and swallowing against a lump in her throat, Maea tried to recall when she had been to any home. Amun had lived in a pottery workshop, and there had been inns, taverns, damp caves and wilderness, but... nothing like this. She felt out of place in this space, dripping rain and mud onto cleanswept floors. Like some wild thing gone astray.
"You are moving," she noted, redundant in her discomfort. "To... Halo?" Logic suggested it, though she didn't dare to ask why, or whether it was a forever move. That would be nosey.
Companions had always been easier than their bonded. The griffin earned a warm smile as Maea crouched down to balance on the walls of her feet, hands opening for Eira to inspect if she so desired. "Hello you. Sorry for waking you up."
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
