saltwater stains

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

Usually it took a little longer for lessons to be learned, at least in Mel’s case, but several near death experiences lately (and one real one) meant she had a lot of work to be done and a bit more judgement glimpsing over her mind. Well, for now.

It was nice here, or alluringly so; much like the Greatwood had been really pretty pre-void times but still an occasional death trap. But Melita took her time, gliding over portions of bright crimson coral or some that looked like a brain (how?), and was probably larger than hers.

But those caves lingered ahead too, and Melita was torn between innate curiosity and lingering within this threshold. So she pointed towards them, followed by a shrug, to see if Flora preferred meandering here, or wandering there.