your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Melita once avoided the Levinsward because she’d hastened towards Torchline long before the world had opened. The Hollowed Grounds had been nothing but a haunted nightmare, and she had no need to listen to the land screech and cry and maul all around her.you are from another time
Now she avoided it because she’d once died by lightning.
The thunder roared and she stood stock still, eyes narrowing, speculating over happenstances and how she’d wandered here. Ordinarily, within moments, she’d be out of there – taking Firecracker and waging through snowstorms over this mess.
Another flash hastened across her eyes and she froze again; like memories swimming behind her gilded gaze, teeth gnashing, jaw clenching, wondering when one got over crashing to the ground, stepping in Mort’s Realm, and then sliding back out.
Fangorn grumbled something and she scratched the top of his head, then crossed her arms – but noted someone else fucking around in the middle of the storm. Cupping her hands around her mouth, yearning to be heard, she might’ve been nothing more than a distant figment; and that incensed too. “Hey! What the fuck are you doing out there?”
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
