Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Armed to the hilt, they proceeded forward, and the uncanny notions of something else flickered against her mind. An instant source of predilection and potential, that she’d felt many times before, in the rush of her fingers as they curled over a new weapon, or in the aspects of blinding potential. She took a breath, easing her lantern upwards, so that they could look upon the orb some more. Like an infinite possibility.
Like a temptation. Like something else lurked beyond it.
“The map keeps going,” she whispered, as if that was the only thing ensuring she didn’t step forward and rush into the snare. “This might be a trap,” or the truth – and she only inclined her head towards Evie, to see what the far wiser individual had to say. Maybe to keep her away from the grasping, mercenary, greedy inveigling contorting its way through her mind.
Like a temptation. Like something else lurked beyond it.
“The map keeps going,” she whispered, as if that was the only thing ensuring she didn’t step forward and rush into the snare. “This might be a trap,” or the truth – and she only inclined her head towards Evie, to see what the far wiser individual had to say. Maybe to keep her away from the grasping, mercenary, greedy inveigling contorting its way through her mind.
Melita
