Post by Maya Vie on Oct 30, 2018 15:53:25 GMT
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i am feeling so small
i'm still learning to love
Moving into Mount Weather couldn't have been an easy decision to make, not after everything the had happened to them. The trepidation, the torture, the death; no, returning had to be taking its toll of them all. But not all of the mountain folk were to blame for what had happened. Their were innocent men, women, and children, inside the mountain that had had no part of the horror, that hadn't even known it was transpiring. But that wasn't much of a comfort to the teenage delinquents or their families.
Maya knew that each of them were still suffering. The scars were not only physical but mental, and they wouldn't fade over night. It would take days and weeks before the wounds closed. There wasn't much that she could do to help them but she could be there for them during this difficult time. So Maya was there to welcome them back, to be a familiar face in a society that had almost been the death of them. She was a face that had treated them with kindness and would do so again. She was someone that could e trusted.
She approached one of the delinquents, Nathan Miller, whom she recognized and was glad to see had survived the torture. "Nathan," She said his name softly, as not to startle him. "How are you, are you feeling alright?" It seemed a foolish question to ask but it was one she was sure to ask the delinquents regularly. They had suffered the longest, the worst, and they would need the most comforting while assimilating to life in the mountain as free citizens and not prisoners.
Maya knew that each of them were still suffering. The scars were not only physical but mental, and they wouldn't fade over night. It would take days and weeks before the wounds closed. There wasn't much that she could do to help them but she could be there for them during this difficult time. So Maya was there to welcome them back, to be a familiar face in a society that had almost been the death of them. She was a face that had treated them with kindness and would do so again. She was someone that could e trusted.
She approached one of the delinquents, Nathan Miller, whom she recognized and was glad to see had survived the torture. "Nathan," She said his name softly, as not to startle him. "How are you, are you feeling alright?" It seemed a foolish question to ask but it was one she was sure to ask the delinquents regularly. They had suffered the longest, the worst, and they would need the most comforting while assimilating to life in the mountain as free citizens and not prisoners.
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