MELITA
Support and Melita didn’t always go hand in hand. Her uncle had been there when she needed him, which, truth be told, she wasn’t one to reach out so readily, and if anything else fell by the wayside she never frantically picked it back up. Iskra was something new in that regard, and being able to share the more conniving or ridiculous aspects of a shitstorm beginning to brew was different, if overwhelming for either party. So once she was done, she waited for some inevitable confusion or remark. When it was nothing but calm and composed, she didn’t bristle, listening instead while her brows furrowed and her eyes went to her drink, watching hues dance around while notions were shared. “I don’t know about the rest – only the people near me. Flora and my uncle seemed fine, but I heard others like Remi and Deimos fell asleep too.” She hadn’t been around those individuals, not with paths marked and crossed and dragged elsewhere.
His reasoning wasn’t bad or off, but she had nothing to show for it other than her own speculations. “It could’ve been – but we have so many possibilities here,” she frowned, before taking another sip and sighing. “Rae might’ve made it and just placed it wherever.” Experimental, designing to orchestrate means and measures and being unbothered by the results. As for the sand, she could only glance up sheepishly. “I haven’t done anything with it, to be honest.” Wary of the bag, and figuring most sand looked much the same, it might be difficult to parse through until she found the time to decipher and plunge.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
