Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
Meeting the glance of the other woman, Maea shook her head in shared consternation. "Nor I. Not a day of sunshine the whole season, or so I'm told. The magna vermis are drowning in their own puddles. I heard a farmer say the crops won't grow at this rate."
Wiping wet strands of hair from her face, a gesture made clumsy by the horns that protruded horizontally from the sides of her head, Maea glanced surreptitiously at the woman. There was something familiar about her, though she couldn't put a name to the face; once she had known most people who lived in the Grounds, back in the days where it was the whole of her world. Since it fell though, she'd deliberately stopped interacting with most of the grounders, so determined to leave her old life behind.
"I'm Maea," she introduced herself, setting aside her awkwardness around strangers for the benefit of curiosity. "You... are from here, yes? My family used to have a farm, out in the Fields... I don't know why but you seem familiar." Producing wool, meat and cider, the Valair's had been a respectable family, once upon a time. Until they perished during a LongNight many years ago.
Wiping wet strands of hair from her face, a gesture made clumsy by the horns that protruded horizontally from the sides of her head, Maea glanced surreptitiously at the woman. There was something familiar about her, though she couldn't put a name to the face; once she had known most people who lived in the Grounds, back in the days where it was the whole of her world. Since it fell though, she'd deliberately stopped interacting with most of the grounders, so determined to leave her old life behind.
"I'm Maea," she introduced herself, setting aside her awkwardness around strangers for the benefit of curiosity. "You... are from here, yes? My family used to have a farm, out in the Fields... I don't know why but you seem familiar." Producing wool, meat and cider, the Valair's had been a respectable family, once upon a time. Until they perished during a LongNight many years ago.
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
