knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
Kellan, brandished to the back of her mind as another creature met in this strange, bewildering world. She didn’t expect anything else, merely the march of guards, ramparts, or something else in place of their antics, bending forward again to complete the shoulder portion of her artwork. Considering it from another angle, it was missing a semblance, a noteworthy contortion besides the gargantuan nose, and as tempted as she was to start outlining missing teeth, she opted to draw a rather crude fixation of a ghost behind him. Pale, no name given or necessary, a figure with some rags adorned and a rather delicate looking bow, enough for her to giggle to herself. Horrid, maybe, but a touch of mischief embedded and in place, no more ridiculous than the monolithic nares.
But Kellan had a suggestion thereafter, a question that caught her outright, made her laugh again, a chime of mellifluous and wild tendencies. If it echoed across the bar and disturbed other patrons, she really didn’t care, rebellion building and brewing under her skin. There had to be a story here, and she wasn’t about to tell him that the caricature was of her uncle, and that Nate was another portion of the extended family. “I can, if you tell me why.” An arch to her brow, a heathen gesture to her shoulders, devilry beholden in the dimming light.
But Kellan had a suggestion thereafter, a question that caught her outright, made her laugh again, a chime of mellifluous and wild tendencies. If it echoed across the bar and disturbed other patrons, she really didn’t care, rebellion building and brewing under her skin. There had to be a story here, and she wasn’t about to tell him that the caricature was of her uncle, and that Nate was another portion of the extended family. “I can, if you tell me why.” An arch to her brow, a heathen gesture to her shoulders, devilry beholden in the dimming light.
Melita
