you must burn brighter than ever
Despite all the predilections and spite towards Safrin, especially in the wake of her uncle and Ludo’s influences, Melita still kneeled before the altar amidst the Observatory. She knew better than to be a petty shit towards a herald, and she had nothing against Vi, so she began to unfurl the items she’d picked up around Sidhe for the pair of them: a brooch and mirror in the shape of stars and moons and galaxies, then portions of seeds, promises of life.
Brushing her hands together, she rose, satisfied with the arrangement. Turning towards her companions, who’d both been snacking away at treats, she instigated the next round of movements. “I think we should stick to searching around here too,” was a quiet murmur, leaving those who were lingering nearby alone. It wasn’t quite dark enough anyway to cast about or read the constellations, nor search for ghost whales in the heavens, but portions of light lingered in and around – and it’d be a wonderful thing to finally trace over golden roses instead of the usual fanfare of nothing.
Or will-o-wisps.
Brushing her hands together, she rose, satisfied with the arrangement. Turning towards her companions, who’d both been snacking away at treats, she instigated the next round of movements. “I think we should stick to searching around here too,” was a quiet murmur, leaving those who were lingering nearby alone. It wasn’t quite dark enough anyway to cast about or read the constellations, nor search for ghost whales in the heavens, but portions of light lingered in and around – and it’d be a wonderful thing to finally trace over golden roses instead of the usual fanfare of nothing.
Or will-o-wisps.
Melita
