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Rather than being melancholy, Noah’s platitudes seemed to lean towards a quiet acceptance. Things were done. Final. Melita doubted she could ever be so stoic, to let it roll off her back. She was more apt to shrug, then brood later – and with such a situation, there would be much to wither about. But maybe after wars, it was easier to settle into something not so tragic and heart-stopping. Better, and not bitter – a lesson she’d never quite managed to embroil in her own psyche.
With the thunder rolling in the distance, further now, she took another breath that felt more easygoing, not so tense, gone, in the past, escaping and evading it all for one more moment. Her brow arched from under her hood and cloak, gaze going back to him as he announced he wasn’t left without power, just of a different sort. She granted a smile, indulgent for now. “Cool! I still don’t have any shifts.” Said with a shrug to unfurl through her frame, not bothered by it. Perhaps it was all an eventuality. But she remembered the griffin well, all fire and power, wings and lift. “What else do you have?”
With the thunder rolling in the distance, further now, she took another breath that felt more easygoing, not so tense, gone, in the past, escaping and evading it all for one more moment. Her brow arched from under her hood and cloak, gaze going back to him as he announced he wasn’t left without power, just of a different sort. She granted a smile, indulgent for now. “Cool! I still don’t have any shifts.” Said with a shrug to unfurl through her frame, not bothered by it. Perhaps it was all an eventuality. But she remembered the griffin well, all fire and power, wings and lift. “What else do you have?”
Melita
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