07-11-2021, 10:17 PM
MAURTIA
Maurtia’s eyes widen at the oh-so-cool mentioning of the Kelpie King and swallowing the sun - though the effect of them widening is lost because they are all white. The difference is minimal, as she knows from interacting with her family, but she stores that little topic in her mind to ask about in the future. It sounds like a very good story, one she would like to hear from a voice not in her head.
“So far you’re the most interesting thing they’ve led me to, but everything on this island is still new to me. It’s not boring, not like Pangea.” Maybe boring was the wrong word for Pangea, but Maurtia’s eyes were never short on colour to see here - not even at night - and she cannot help but feel like Ischia is a little more alive than the place she had been born into.
She answers his first question about the ghosts with an attempt at being serious - though the faint and amused smile that softens her dark face may just make her efforts in vain. “They think you’re pretty rude for ignoring them,” Maurtia says - though the ghosts have said no such thing. Another small lie it pleases her to say, as are her next words. “But they’ll feel better if you sing to them now and then. That’s what I do.” The effect this has on the voices differs, sometimes it stirs them into a frenzy and sometimes it quiets them - both a result of them hating it enough to either rage or just shut down.
But the creature before her had sounded apologetic about ignoring the ghosts, even accidentally, so her attempts to tease him about it don't last very long and she replies more honestly - “I think they are happy to have someone to listen, though. They can get pretty loud, just trying to be heard.” Too loud, though she was steadily getting better at controlling it.
Forgetting that she had meant to ask about the Kelpie King, she instead asks something else - wondering what it would be like to be shown around by someone who wasn't dead. "Do you know of any interesting places on these islands?"
“So far you’re the most interesting thing they’ve led me to, but everything on this island is still new to me. It’s not boring, not like Pangea.” Maybe boring was the wrong word for Pangea, but Maurtia’s eyes were never short on colour to see here - not even at night - and she cannot help but feel like Ischia is a little more alive than the place she had been born into.
She answers his first question about the ghosts with an attempt at being serious - though the faint and amused smile that softens her dark face may just make her efforts in vain. “They think you’re pretty rude for ignoring them,” Maurtia says - though the ghosts have said no such thing. Another small lie it pleases her to say, as are her next words. “But they’ll feel better if you sing to them now and then. That’s what I do.” The effect this has on the voices differs, sometimes it stirs them into a frenzy and sometimes it quiets them - both a result of them hating it enough to either rage or just shut down.
But the creature before her had sounded apologetic about ignoring the ghosts, even accidentally, so her attempts to tease him about it don't last very long and she replies more honestly - “I think they are happy to have someone to listen, though. They can get pretty loud, just trying to be heard.” Too loud, though she was steadily getting better at controlling it.
Forgetting that she had meant to ask about the Kelpie King, she instead asks something else - wondering what it would be like to be shown around by someone who wasn't dead. "Do you know of any interesting places on these islands?"
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