over and over again

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." More shocking than finding out that she'd been timeslipped and dumped on the freezing tundra? That was hardly reassuring to hear, but Maea didn't argue. She was in no condition to waste energy, not inclined to risk having the only person around dump her to get lost for real on her lonesome. So she smiled on, nodded again, and kept her mind on placing one foot in front of the other. "So, where are you from if not from here?" she asked, once the silence grew too heavy. "The Hollow? Or... somewhere else?" It was becoming easier to speak. The rust faded from her vocal cords, a bit more with each word, until she began to recognize herself again. Soft, rather than ragged, quiet, as opposed to the forced loudness brought on by the wind and tumbling emotions. Not quite ready to sing an aria, yet... she was grateful for the little things.