Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
A readied agreement, positions decided upon, and the youth gave no thought to the exuberant effort it would take to bring the prey home; muscles at once bounding with enthusiasm, pleased and eager to have been made use of. The ropes were helpful, and her calloused hands and palms failed to exude any amount of pain (until, perhaps later, when they’d made a journey instead of initial movements). Fangorn followed near her ankles, staying somewhat off to the side, attempting to stay out of range of feet and possible entanglements.
Melita’s mind had already begun to wander – full of potential wreckage and demolition, a hum to her outset – when Sunjata’s inquiry brought her out of the seditious reverie. For a moment, she paused in thought, eyes widening, because she believe she’d already given an answer, readily accepted without heed or notions thereafter. A home besides a port or the sea, a place to come to when the waves didn’t cast them aloft, when the treachery could be stilled and silenced, if only for an instant, a season. “Didn’t I already say yes?” A smirk, a snicker, to follow; and if she hadn’t, there was the foundation or fortification there now, out in the ether.
Melita’s mind had already begun to wander – full of potential wreckage and demolition, a hum to her outset – when Sunjata’s inquiry brought her out of the seditious reverie. For a moment, she paused in thought, eyes widening, because she believe she’d already given an answer, readily accepted without heed or notions thereafter. A home besides a port or the sea, a place to come to when the waves didn’t cast them aloft, when the treachery could be stilled and silenced, if only for an instant, a season. “Didn’t I already say yes?” A smirk, a snicker, to follow; and if she hadn’t, there was the foundation or fortification there now, out in the ether.
Melita
