knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
There was a wild temptation burrowing and then cycling through her heart, craving to know and understand the insinuations behind the caricature of Nate. Nothing she’d seen of the man had ever been maligning, wicked, or abhorrent, but this individual had obviously borne something in the Ascended’s midst. So she studied, pondered, dug into considerations and contemplations on how to get the answer, on how Kellan might share the story. Feigning a look of complete innocence, her eyes back upon her own paper, bolding some other lines and humming under her breath once more, she merely nodded her head in the direction of his sketch. An offhand observation, as if it were naught more than a blip. “I’ve always had good experiences with Nate.”
Of course, maybe the same could be said for her uncle too, but she was in a devilish mood, and had no intentions of shaking it off.
The subject altered and changed though, so the tone and tune did the same, light and jovial as they spoke of the Ark and Jiao. “Oh yes! Our Quartermaster.” She rather enjoyed the Fae’s company, especially when she felt like an outsider immersed into the other tight-knit contortions of the shipmates. “She’s doing well.”
Fangorn seemed to remain a hot topic each time he made an appearance here, and soon enough the inquiries started again. It made sense; anyone from the Grounds automatically knew of the pumpkin’s origin (at least, if they’d been around in autumn), their sharpened, honed fangs, their predilection towards snapping at ankles. But here they didn’t know, hadn’t seen something of his nature (they had other monsters). “He’s a vampire gourd. They come out in Leafchange in the Hollowed Grounds. He opted to stay with me a couple years ago.”
Of course, maybe the same could be said for her uncle too, but she was in a devilish mood, and had no intentions of shaking it off.
The subject altered and changed though, so the tone and tune did the same, light and jovial as they spoke of the Ark and Jiao. “Oh yes! Our Quartermaster.” She rather enjoyed the Fae’s company, especially when she felt like an outsider immersed into the other tight-knit contortions of the shipmates. “She’s doing well.”
Fangorn seemed to remain a hot topic each time he made an appearance here, and soon enough the inquiries started again. It made sense; anyone from the Grounds automatically knew of the pumpkin’s origin (at least, if they’d been around in autumn), their sharpened, honed fangs, their predilection towards snapping at ankles. But here they didn’t know, hadn’t seen something of his nature (they had other monsters). “He’s a vampire gourd. They come out in Leafchange in the Hollowed Grounds. He opted to stay with me a couple years ago.”
Melita
