Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea waited patiently for the reply. Noted the glances down at the weapon in her hands, around the room, the skeptical arch of a brow when she'd spoken of hope. She was surprised about the lack of comment, expecting to hear that she was foolish to wait for however long for someone else to make up their mind... and Maea was glad for the silence. Didn't need to be told what she already knew.
Then came the answer, short and noncommittal, but at least a reply. "Thank you," she smiled. "Will I reach you here, or in Torchline?" The girl had said she still lived here when Sunjata asked before, but that was perhaps not something to take for granted. Not with Sunjata moving out.
Turning the weapon in her hands, Maea headed for the bags, for the door... but then she paused, and gave Melita a thoughtful look. "You don't happen to know anything about archery, do you?"
Then came the answer, short and noncommittal, but at least a reply. "Thank you," she smiled. "Will I reach you here, or in Torchline?" The girl had said she still lived here when Sunjata asked before, but that was perhaps not something to take for granted. Not with Sunjata moving out.
Turning the weapon in her hands, Maea headed for the bags, for the door... but then she paused, and gave Melita a thoughtful look. "You don't happen to know anything about archery, do you?"
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
