[open] that day even the sun was afraid of you; any

[Mazikeen]

It feels like they’re just trading questions and answers without saying anything at all. Silence would be more telling, Maze thinks, even though she hates the quiet. She’s too busy being annoyed to really enjoy the brief moment of peace as they eat, and a soft snort escapes her when he replies to her. The question may be rhetorical, but she replies to it anyway. “I don’t know.” Maze considers leaving it there, continuing the theme of non-answers. Again she feels the itch to leave. Frustrated at his ambivalence and unwilling to sacrifice her own. She’s not sure why she responded with anything less than an affirmation that she knows what he means, that it had already led her down so many new paths in her young life. There’s always been a hunger in her, she thinks, for more than what she has - even if it’s tied up with guilt that she should have been satisfied all along. She doesn’t look at him when she asks her next question, orange eyes instead intent on the grass by her cloven hooves. It’s too close to her own turmoil and tastes like weakness to offer up this tiny piece of uncloaked uncertainty. It feels like she’s losing the game. But the question sneaks out anyway. “How do you know that there’s more?”

@[firion]