your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Sitting on the hedgerows of the massive maze, Melita swung her legs back and forth, tending to a multitude of things in her palms. While Fangorn restlessly toyed with the idea of marching back and forth on the gambit outliers, Sila seemed to flicker and roam overhead, her little dragon eyes narrowing in on the roaming animals nearby. “Eh, leave ‘em be for now,” the demigod muttered, stringing together another piece and cutting the edges with her dagger. “They’re only mildly annoying.” Though, she supposed, if they kept harassing her and her companions, maybe she’d just blow them sky-high.you are from another time
The speaking squirrels didn’t seem to care much regardless, roaming together in a group of five with excited expressions and rampant stupidity. Follow me! they chorused, bristling tails moving back and forth in hopes that one of the three would join them in the labyrinthine quest to absolutely nowhere. Peering at the top of the fern, moss, and collection of bent twigs and lichen, their eyes went wide, before disappearing, then reappearing below – gesturing wildly to the trio once more. Yes!
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
