every time she burns to ashes
Perhaps the largest thing of note within the Studio was how it was so…pristine. Melita’s latest venture into the confines had relayed that most of the time it wasn’t in such clean and proper order – she could remember hues of every color draped along walls and canvases. Here, where art had a mastery all its own, there should’ve been the same.
Her hands went to the pots, digging around a little, wondering if something had slipped within. She lifted them several times, checking the contents, snooping and maneuvering things where she could obtain the best light. Fangorn grumbled momentarily, and the girl swung around to see another approaching.
An unfamiliar face at that – and she tilted her head as she watched the figure alter their hair, eyes, into orange. A feral little grin peeked along her mouth. "Neat trick.”
Then she shrugged. “Not yet – I thought I’d look in here.” She shook one of the pots in her hands. “Have you found anything?”
Her hands went to the pots, digging around a little, wondering if something had slipped within. She lifted them several times, checking the contents, snooping and maneuvering things where she could obtain the best light. Fangorn grumbled momentarily, and the girl swung around to see another approaching.
An unfamiliar face at that – and she tilted her head as she watched the figure alter their hair, eyes, into orange. A feral little grin peeked along her mouth. "Neat trick.”
Then she shrugged. “Not yet – I thought I’d look in here.” She shook one of the pots in her hands. “Have you found anything?”
she knows how to rise again
Melita
