[se] gold crimson

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

While Fangorn laced and wove and ensured there’d be no faltering of his little gourd being, Melita’s head tilted, paying attention to the flowers and poisons seeping in around their feet. Ducking under a thread of branches, and listening to Sila breathe heavier behind her ear, the Honeybee chanced another glance at Sunjata, brow arching. “There’s a shit ton of lightning or something too,” which she handwaved, as if this wasn’t a big deal, given how it’d already been overcome once. How much more could it take? A few more solid rounds of ammunition, from ships or shifts that knew how to navigate the void? Off in the distance – as if no longer remained a threat.

Shrugging, and feeling the dragonling grab a firmer hold of her shoulder, the smuggler sighed. “I wonder if you can even still go inside it.” To savage and scavenge, before breaking it wholly apart.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita