MELITA
Melita had always been capable of wandering her way forward from the brink of something threatening to stifle, but this one wanted to pull her back. She had half-formed an idea of shaking it off her ankle, like a tether or a bind, and carrying on, finding the fun and mischief amongst the lights and sounds. She’d already brought one celebration down, wasn’t certain on how to press the news onward without inciting some mild panic, or complete disinterest, and she’d already confused Iskra. That hadn’t been what this was all for.Despite the temptation to pout, she forged a smile against the finery of bioluminescence and bonfires. In truth, it was difficult to ignore the tide rushing in and the hues igniting across the wake and the promise of people doing stupid things. The mere thought of someone striving to ride a dolphin, then scale their way through gigantic hoops, was so ridiculously insane that she hoped there’d be a massive line.
Plus, the company. Sequestering themselves near the bonfire, she curled right into Iskra 's side with her drink perched in her hand (a Sex on the Beach, fuck you Kaisel), purposefully snickering at his inquiry. “Yes,” she winked. Allowing just enough of a pause to irritate, she hummed a little under her breath, gilded gaze flicking from him and back to the shoreline, waiting for one of the first people to strive and try. “Though to be fair, probably more of the latter.” Then if they could stay on, they’d go from there.
Sighing a little and wrinkling her nose, she took a sip before dropping her voice to a whisper. “Sorry about dumping everything on you at the celebration. I didn’t have anyone to talk to about all that shit.”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
