you must burn brighter than ever
Genuinely, Melita had hoped this current festival would end with more bonfire and things being setting on fire, etc. But everything seemed relatively calm, amidst all the glamor and sparklers and food; enough to keep her appeased. Pondering over obtaining a drink and maybe collecting some more food to bring home before she vanquished the scene, she laughed at Aithne’s insistence. “I’ll let you know how it goes.” Since really, she wouldn’t want anyone else hanging around while she handed it over to Iskra (and subsequently maneuvered away; in case of the confetti and glitter) – given she didn’t know how he’d react. Not with some of the more personal bestowals laden within the box.
Glancing over at the Ancient’s drink, she looked at the vendors again. “How’s the wine?”
Glancing over at the Ancient’s drink, she looked at the vendors again. “How’s the wine?”
Melita
