ride with the wind

Maki was feeling a little better, or at least that's what she told herself. Playing pretend and imagining came easy to her, so it wasn't so hard to arrive a little late on the scene without dragging her feet too hard. These days, her fantasies were more alluring than ever, she loved the idea of having a strong shoulder to lean on, someone who would just make her forget it all. Maybe someone older and experienced who knew what she'd been through, knew how to handle the pain and hurt, when to her it felt like she couldn't hold it properly, like it kept spilling out.

Coming to sit amongst the gathered group, she watched as Delphi's boyfriend came to sit next to her. She wanted something like that too, felt a stirring of...negativity in her chest, didn't realise it was jealously.

If Viðarr wanted her to fight, she would, not that she was any good at it yet.