melita
and she recklessly plays with matches
Mourning didn’t need to make sense. Gods, half the time actions Melita did on a regular basis didn’t make sense. But standing there, in the midst of so much agonizing grief, made her stock still. Once Alys had taken hold of the ursur, she nodded, awkward and uncertain, before crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re welcome. And I’m sorry.” For what – she wasn’t really sure anymore. For being amongst the crowd? For committing to something they hadn’t been ready for? For the little ursur, who’d been willing to sacrifice herself for her bonded? Maybe all of it.
Her eyes were downcast, along the snowy soil. “If you don’t need anything else, I’ll uh – I’ll go.” More lectures and disappointment awaited, probably, when she made her way home.
