Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Death should bother her. The taking of life, the spilling of blood... and yet it did not. Objectively, Maea could argue that preserving life was more beneficial and to respect the value of it... but she wasn't fool enough to claim she would never stain her own hands with death if it became necessary.
What had life turned her into, then? Someone tough and resilient, hard to kill, hard to break. With few scruples and loose morals, prepared to do anything to reach her goals. So... perhaps it was a good thing that she hadn't found them yet? Because she shuddered to think of the kind of things she might end up doing.
He turned away, leaned against the counter, and Maea brought her vegetables to the table. A little relieved for the distance, a little reluctant to step away.
"I met Amalia in Halo a few days ago," she told him, eyes on the task as she began to peel and dice up the ingredients. A stew would do, quick and filling... about the best she could manage with meager skills. "We talked... sorted a few things out. At one point, she asked me if I would do anything Ludo asked of me. And... I can't swear on it, but... I think I would." And Ludo was the herold of death, the opposite of life... the implication that she would kill for it if necessary didn't have to be said aloud.
"So... I guess it's between you and Safrin, what kind of role you can play for her. If Amalia is the Shield, and Deimos the Sword... I don't know. Does she need a dagger in the night? Of course, I think you have plenty other skills beyond killing. Not sure if you like to hear this, but... you're not a bad leader, from what little I've seen."
The smile she shot him was warm, recalling the way he had faced down Jigano at their meeting. His fervor in defending his guild, how he had taken charge over the Temple restoration. It might be something he had run from, but... perhaps the ruler was in his blood after all.
What had life turned her into, then? Someone tough and resilient, hard to kill, hard to break. With few scruples and loose morals, prepared to do anything to reach her goals. So... perhaps it was a good thing that she hadn't found them yet? Because she shuddered to think of the kind of things she might end up doing.
He turned away, leaned against the counter, and Maea brought her vegetables to the table. A little relieved for the distance, a little reluctant to step away.
"I met Amalia in Halo a few days ago," she told him, eyes on the task as she began to peel and dice up the ingredients. A stew would do, quick and filling... about the best she could manage with meager skills. "We talked... sorted a few things out. At one point, she asked me if I would do anything Ludo asked of me. And... I can't swear on it, but... I think I would." And Ludo was the herold of death, the opposite of life... the implication that she would kill for it if necessary didn't have to be said aloud.
"So... I guess it's between you and Safrin, what kind of role you can play for her. If Amalia is the Shield, and Deimos the Sword... I don't know. Does she need a dagger in the night? Of course, I think you have plenty other skills beyond killing. Not sure if you like to hear this, but... you're not a bad leader, from what little I've seen."
The smile she shot him was warm, recalling the way he had faced down Jigano at their meeting. His fervor in defending his guild, how he had taken charge over the Temple restoration. It might be something he had run from, but... perhaps the ruler was in his blood after all.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
