Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The last time Melita had gone under the breadths of Torchline and into the bounty of the sea had been with Hadama – a much more pleasant venture, before demigodhood and wars and so many alterations that it almost seemed like eons ago. And maybe that didn’t matter either, as her hands swept her forward and she pumped herself through the water pleasantly, manta crystal tucked against her throat.
And though there wasn’t any way for them to converse, Melita usually said more than enough with her face, shrugging along as they dove deeper and deeper into the marketplace. Had she any capability to discern Mer wares she might have been fascinated; instead, she was half-inclined to do something amusing, but then thought better of her wild magic. It’d be her luck that she’d set off lightning and kill them all.
Anyway.
Instead, she glanced downwards at some void shit floating nearby, and wrinkled her nose, pointing it out to Flora, in case she’d missed it.
And though there wasn’t any way for them to converse, Melita usually said more than enough with her face, shrugging along as they dove deeper and deeper into the marketplace. Had she any capability to discern Mer wares she might have been fascinated; instead, she was half-inclined to do something amusing, but then thought better of her wild magic. It’d be her luck that she’d set off lightning and kill them all.
Anyway.
Instead, she glanced downwards at some void shit floating nearby, and wrinkled her nose, pointing it out to Flora, in case she’d missed it.
Melita
