mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
The Crimson Cataract happened to be one of Melita’s fondest places, despite not having traversed there in some time. The rush and flow of the water, bloody-based and ruddy as it was, amused her immensely, and she’d picked up many a stained rock from beneath the lazy current of vibrant vermillion and cerise.
Contemplating it now, despite her current twofold mission, she sighed and angled her wares and offerings towards the small stone statue nearby. “All right, some fruit and cream for Frey,” she advised Sila and Fangorn, who sat nestled at her side, watching the proceedings – already told off for trying to grab hold of the food. “And some plants and herbs for Rae.” She wasn’t entirely certain on the latter, but it was all life and shit, so that ought to have worked.
Brushing off her hands and rising from the ground, she whispered to her companions. “Now – flower searching…and if we don’t see anything here, we’ll at least come away with a souvenir,” indicating, of course, to the waterfall itself, and all the ruby and rusty portions lingering below.
Contemplating it now, despite her current twofold mission, she sighed and angled her wares and offerings towards the small stone statue nearby. “All right, some fruit and cream for Frey,” she advised Sila and Fangorn, who sat nestled at her side, watching the proceedings – already told off for trying to grab hold of the food. “And some plants and herbs for Rae.” She wasn’t entirely certain on the latter, but it was all life and shit, so that ought to have worked.
Brushing off her hands and rising from the ground, she whispered to her companions. “Now – flower searching…and if we don’t see anything here, we’ll at least come away with a souvenir,” indicating, of course, to the waterfall itself, and all the ruby and rusty portions lingering below.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
