you must burn brighter than ever
Melita still wasn’t quite certain she’d be a fan of the concept – why make up stories about how people were living, when you could ask them? Wasn’t it more meaningful than scenarios that might never come to fruition? “Huh,” she managed politely, glancing around and looking at several passersby – some heading to the market, others hastening towards different paths. Normal. Ordinary. Not worth bothering them about.
The will-o-wisps had been though, and her nose wrinkled in distaste towards where their patterns of light had been dispersed, submerged, and drowned in her ire. “No. Not with the way they try to trick people.” And while she was the demigod of Ludo, and overly fond of shenanigans, she also didn’t try to lure others off towards their death – unless they pissed her off.
The will-o-wisps had been though, and her nose wrinkled in distaste towards where their patterns of light had been dispersed, submerged, and drowned in her ire. “No. Not with the way they try to trick people.” And while she was the demigod of Ludo, and overly fond of shenanigans, she also didn’t try to lure others off towards their death – unless they pissed her off.
Melita
