we're bigger than we ever dreamed

MELITA

“I don’t think that about you at all,” she smiled, she grinned, but there was no mocking tone, no overture of deprecation. “You are wonderful, and always eager to help others, which is far more than we could ever hope for.” But she listened too – to the intonations of how it all started, how the wants and needs were little, small, minute in comparison to how they grew. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. And it burned against her, made her hands curl into fists, made her brows furrow in dismay. “I’m glad you did.” But at what cost? How far had she already driven him? Maddening woman; a tyrant, a dictator, not a monarch. She and Kisamoa could’ve traded tales.

But at the mention of the sap, they were back to advice, Remi always freely granting it to her, even when she was likely too foolish to do anything noteworthy with it. She listened anyway, a keen ear for wisdom even if she couldn’t follow through on its prerogatives. “I will. Thank you again.” Then, in an air of mischief as she roamed away, Fangorn on one arm and the sap in the other, her sprite conjectures not malicious, not menacing, but jovial, a cut in the angst. “Do you want me to show the staff when it’s repaired?”

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun