Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Maea considered that question. Did she really want Frey to appear? Here, or in any other place? Ever? She recalled what she had seen of the god last time, and like a red dawn the blush crept up over her face. The things she'd seen in that ever-changing seeming had been... awful. Horrible. All the more terrifying because of how alluring they had been, and for the response it had provoked in her. For a repressed, inexperienced girl that had never even been kissed until recently it was too much, and Maea doubted anything would have changed since then. She shook her head with emphasis, pressing her lips together tightly with a sort of panicked embarrassment.
No. She decidedly did not want to see Frey again. And to the void with her own hypocrisy, if Loren called her out on it - she didn't even care.
Far easier then to think of Safrin, and Loren's gentle, almost timid answer. Forcing down a gulp of breath, Maea looked into the candle light and breathed out, seeing them flutter in the breeze she set in motion.
"That... is a prayer, Loren," she told him, trying to reclaim the calm peace and certainty from before. "And a very good one. As for me..." Maea thought about it, recalling everything that had passed since her last visit to a shrine. Since her last prayer. "I would also ask for guidance, when the time comes to choose the next path. And comfort, some small understanding if it takes time to find the right one."
Touching two knuckles to her forehead, to the chest just above her heart and then to her lips, Maea finally reached out and touched the shrine as well. The gesture was small, more a personal act of reverence than anything official; her hand came to rest on her lap again, and she shifted. Legs growing slightly numb from kneeling for so long.
"That wasn't so bad, right?"
No. She decidedly did not want to see Frey again. And to the void with her own hypocrisy, if Loren called her out on it - she didn't even care.
Far easier then to think of Safrin, and Loren's gentle, almost timid answer. Forcing down a gulp of breath, Maea looked into the candle light and breathed out, seeing them flutter in the breeze she set in motion.
"That... is a prayer, Loren," she told him, trying to reclaim the calm peace and certainty from before. "And a very good one. As for me..." Maea thought about it, recalling everything that had passed since her last visit to a shrine. Since her last prayer. "I would also ask for guidance, when the time comes to choose the next path. And comfort, some small understanding if it takes time to find the right one."
Touching two knuckles to her forehead, to the chest just above her heart and then to her lips, Maea finally reached out and touched the shrine as well. The gesture was small, more a personal act of reverence than anything official; her hand came to rest on her lap again, and she shifted. Legs growing slightly numb from kneeling for so long.
"That wasn't so bad, right?"
