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Melita didn’t often startle easily either, but given the prevalence of the lightning, and its subsequent screams lately (and her own death once marked in sparks), she’d become a restless heathen. “Stupid fucking rain,” she muttered to herself as she trudged along the route towards the Mathair, not even daring to glance upwards when she heard it again. The tremor ran through her regardless, and while she could feel Fangorn snaking his vines over her shoulders in a comforting embrace, she still huddled over, eyes downcast, while Sila beckoned them on.
Turning another corner amidst the trees, clutching onto her bag, she startled again when she saw someone nearby. She probably should’ve planned for that – tons would be here making offerings in one segment or another – but she still gasped, combining it will an ill-timed screech in the sky. Keeping that mostly to herself, she gave a lighthearted wave to the Sentinel, an inkling sprouting in her mind from discussions the other day. “Hey Noah,” as she advanced, not bothering to stop and halt, but proceeded towards the foot of the tree and all its knotted branches and roots.
Turning another corner amidst the trees, clutching onto her bag, she startled again when she saw someone nearby. She probably should’ve planned for that – tons would be here making offerings in one segment or another – but she still gasped, combining it will an ill-timed screech in the sky. Keeping that mostly to herself, she gave a lighthearted wave to the Sentinel, an inkling sprouting in her mind from discussions the other day. “Hey Noah,” as she advanced, not bothering to stop and halt, but proceeded towards the foot of the tree and all its knotted branches and roots.
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