[SE] banked fires blaze

you must burn brighter than ever

At Sohalia’s suggestion, Melita perked up. “Ohh, we can try it!” If the Attuned wanted to fly up there and place the image, that would be fantastic (and it wouldn’t require so many hoops to jump through, so to speak). “Let me put some more stuff on the back…,” then she started murmuring to herself, placing the figments of sticky proportions on the sides and all around, to the point where even if it touched a scant amount of glass, there was no way it wasn’t going to stay put. In the Honeybee’s mind, anyway. Hopefully wind wouldn’t play a factor.

She held it up for Sohalia to take with talons, content with the outcome. “And then we’ll be done!” With each area of the front portion of the house taken care of, and successfully warded off from wayward spirits.

Melita

So much time on the other side
Waiting for you to wake up

Her suggestion well-received, Soh shifted, and after a breath she was in owl form, awkwardly hopping along the ground. Well, no one ever said that owls were graceful on talon; their beauty was almost entirely on feathered wing. She leapt into the air with a screech of encouragement and circled around, snatching the figure from Melita's outstretched hands, and flew towards the window, attempting to aim to plaster the image to the glass.

It wasn't, perhaps, the most accurate of approaches, but the Ludo figure stuck to the window all the same, albeit a bit lopsidedly. With another screech, this time of triumph, Soh flapped her wings to reverse course and returned to the ground, shifting upon approach to land gracefully on her feet. Shading her eyes, she looked up at the second-story window. "Good?" she asked Melita, hoping that the woman would be content with the haphazard application.

Maybe I'll see you in another life
If this one wasn't enough

Sohalia

you must burn brighter than ever

Melita had never wanted wings; eternally capable of clambering to the heights of trees or meandering across the surfaces of water – but it was still neat to witness the owl soaring along, graceful or not. She even whooped and clapped when the image stuck and plastered against the window, lopsided and glorious. “Yeah! Looks good!” She liked it even more that the makeshift Ludo appearing to be falling downwards, as if embodying the hovering motions of the raggedy herald. “Thanks so much.”

With another inquiry hastening through her mind, the demigod uttered another prompt – for a future journey down the road. “Hey would you know where to find a treeflit….”

[FIN]

Melita