melita
“I don’t have much yet,” save for the wild magic and invisibility thrown in there, “but I’ll let you know how things play out,” came along a vicious little grin; fully intending to make it worth someone’s (hers – it would be hers), while.
Instead her head tilted, absorbing the information as she tucked her goodies away into the bag over her shoulder, and marching towards the next kiosk – though she wasn’t in much of a scarf mood, and pushed them all aside until something sparkly caught her eye. Maybe Flora or Ru would find it worthwhile to adorn in their hair.
She knew about Ru already – but then….the next statement stopped her in her tracks. Her fingers stilled over the fine fabric, gaze beelining straight for his, all the matter of seriousness she could rightfully compose over her mind and through her tongue. “Do…you think you’re both ready?”
salvation doesn't look like light
