[Training] striking resemblance

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

“Yeah, sure, until you get electrocuted!” Melita hollered back, baffled. Was this how people felt when she did something inherently stupid?

And it was unlike her to be held back by fear – but death and its impact incurred too many reactions that she didn’t particularly care for; like the underlining, rapid beat of her heart, and not going anywhere near the growing, growling storm. Instead, she backed away, figuring her warning sufficient.

Maybe she ought to find something to guard against lightning, in all honesty. Fangorn grumbled something low to her, and she found herself grabbing hold of her first companion, and he intertwined his vines around her arms, as if granting some comforting hug.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita