The excitement and ebullience intermingled with her movements, feet bouncing back and forth from heels to toes as she watched the water rise. The alterations to the Celestine had come at a price, but gods, was it ever amazing, and her gaze rounded as the glassy edges and crystal depictions reminded her of a place back in Helovia – where one could have wandered and wandered down into the depths of the sea, without ever having to worry about drowning. Her grin was wide and expansive, beyond Cheshire, nudging him with her elbow every time she spotted another fish darting in their periphery. “I love it,” she whispered, as if not to break the impact, and then they were out of the platform, and into the expanse.
Not unlike a young child set forth into an amusement park and too torn in which direction to turn, she had to rely on Iskra’s notions about the map. Distracted by the plant life and scurrying crustaceans, she nearly missed the ‘tantrum’ portion of the bingo, absentmindedly adding the sticker to her board.“I hope so! I know they’re pretty rare, even in Torchline,” was a quick murmur, like she wasn’t pinning a lifetime of fortunes on the present. Well, she could consider Iskra one of the many; the rest would come as they warranted.
But before she could pinpoint any tumseas, another commotion unfurled nearby, and her attention darted back and forth. Chuckling to herself, she announced “Kid on leash!” in the best stage-whisper she could provide near Iskra’s ear, trying desperately not to point at the shrieking child at the end of a long line and a parent desperately trying to pull them past a score of jellyfish.
Not unlike a young child set forth into an amusement park and too torn in which direction to turn, she had to rely on Iskra’s notions about the map. Distracted by the plant life and scurrying crustaceans, she nearly missed the ‘tantrum’ portion of the bingo, absentmindedly adding the sticker to her board.“I hope so! I know they’re pretty rare, even in Torchline,” was a quick murmur, like she wasn’t pinning a lifetime of fortunes on the present. Well, she could consider Iskra one of the many; the rest would come as they warranted.
But before she could pinpoint any tumseas, another commotion unfurled nearby, and her attention darted back and forth. Chuckling to herself, she announced “Kid on leash!” in the best stage-whisper she could provide near Iskra’s ear, trying desperately not to point at the shrieking child at the end of a long line and a parent desperately trying to pull them past a score of jellyfish.
melita
then I became the fire
