Home sweet home

MaeA The girl considered his request, and leveled a thoughtful look at him. Taking in the handsome, rogueish features, the wild mop of hair... I can try. And she did. But Maea was not a great artist, and though she tried several times to shape something that might pass for a person, it was far more difficult to capture a face in likeness of someone than to make non-descript animals. After her fourth attempt came out looking like Adam had gained some extra padding around the waist and decidedly decrepid looking, she laughed and gave up, letting the water sink into the thirsty, dry land. She never even tried to depict herself. Still, as they continued their path towards the Fields, she kept up the talk and the banter, glad for the company and the change in mood the man provided. By the time they reached her farm, she would be in a very good mood indeed... and it would fade quickly into shock, grief and despair, as she realized that her home and not fared as well over the past year as Maea had herself. --- - FIN you're so cold, but you feel alive.