[se] gold crimson

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Her brow arched, head turning quickly towards him at the description, not unlike a bird. “Weird,” she murmured, opting to imagine what the fuck caused all of that. “I bet there’s still a monster in it somewhere,” lurking – maybe at the center of Caido. Managing to laugh at the presumption, but still admit it was just as likely as the rest of the things on this earth, she shrugged her shoulders.

Fangorn being tucked under an elbow was a usual habit for him, but it didn’t mean the squirming ceased. Opting to tangle his vines around Sunjata’s arms for support, he rumbled and grumbled all the while, half-tempted to hiss out something not very nice.

The shit-eating grin to coincide with her uncle’s attention was eagerly reciprocated. “When the Ark was in the Grounds. We opted to hit some of the spiders there. The Spire just happened to be there too.” Off in the distance, a main source of ire and hatred and bloodshed for years. “And it was fun.” To watch some portions of it fall and crash to the ground – she’d only wished the whole thing had toppled over, a desecration and demolition. “Big chunk out of it now.” Maybe one day she could go back and finish it entirely.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita