Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Isla seemed to have a level head on her shoulders; something Melita had yet to accomplish. She nodded at the plan though, which was far better than her barreling ahead, filling up as much as she could, and then crossing her fingers. “Okay!” came on a more chipper tone with some procedures and methods in place, and as she waded in, she filled up one jug, listening to it bubble and murmur until the briny water was to the brim.
Glancing up from her task, she laughed, shrugging just the same. “Still better than doing it in Halo. Or King’s End. Real muddy right now.” Placing one of the jugs aside and further into the dunes where the tide wouldn’t snag at it quite yet, she filled up another. “Pretty good.” She had enhanced demi powers, she was figuring some portions of her life out…couldn’t complain, really. “How about you?”
Glancing up from her task, she laughed, shrugging just the same. “Still better than doing it in Halo. Or King’s End. Real muddy right now.” Placing one of the jugs aside and further into the dunes where the tide wouldn’t snag at it quite yet, she filled up another. “Pretty good.” She had enhanced demi powers, she was figuring some portions of her life out…couldn’t complain, really. “How about you?”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
