MELITA
She could hear Kaisel and Flora shrieking out in the distance, so perhaps the show would be getting on the road. Unaware she was being (rightfully so) blamed for eventual mishaps (again, fair), her attention still went to Iskra, watching and waiting. He shifted too, and they seemed to be stepping around, forwards, backwards, to find where the even playing field was; willing to listen but uncertain how ridiculous the rush or crush of news. She had to remember she wasn’t used to anyone bearing weight for her; she often carried it alone and in such a maddening plunge, pretending it wasn’t there – and he’d borne enough overbearing pinnacles for lifetimes. She didn't want to place the overwhelming bounty over his head like a noose.It was why she nearly went mulish – wondering if she should just keep it all to herself – prepared with warnings, patterns, cycles, the touch of the inevitable. But he said he was willing to adjust, so she nodded, granting a small smile. “I probably needed to too. I don’t uh…often get all this.” The leaders did. The older, experienced demigods did. The powerful and potent. His renewed confidence gave her pause, a slight glimmer of a smirk, but she said naught, let it stay there to solidify.
Especially when he began to offer solutions in the potentials. “Okay. We can try it. I don’t know him well enough either – I think I only talked to him when we all played dodgeball.” She only wrinkled her nose a little, perhaps in disappointment for her efforts in making friends in other demigods or that some of these others had always been a little harder to reach. Sipping at her drink and contemplating, her features softened as he pressed his mouth into her hair, the tell me everything spilling into the fold. Maybe they were both learning the art of patience and listening. “All right, so,” she began, hands animated once more, as if trying to lift the either out of the Oerwoud and into midair, so he’d be able to see, to understand, the tug and the pull. “There was this weird golden light in the Peepholes,” and she hated to think such a distinct place for them was about to get real fuckin’ bizarre, but such was Caido. “Obviously a bunch of us followed it.” Beyond refute and reasoning, par for the course; quirking her brow as if to say he would've done the same.
“At some point, a couple of us just started to fall asleep, and it definitely wasn’t from my wild magic.” Understanding that she’d simply done that in the past, dropping to the ground right in front of him, and countless others, as if she were some narcoleptic cretin. “Then I had the strangest dream. There was a creature, kinda like a deer, and it stared at me – then there was desert sand, and like a wound? And the monster was wearing the face of a friend, and then everything sort of exploded out, and it got swallowed up. And I got left with a bag of sand.” Tucked away in her pocket.
Realizing that made zero sense, she shrugged, eyes glancing upwards to watch his facial expressions. “I guess there was a monster with a shit ton of eyes in Hak Etme, and it had a bag of sand with it too? So I don’t know what any of this means or if it's connected, but,” there it was, just the same.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
