every time she burns to ashes
She waited with bright, brilliant anticipation, leaning over to see, to bear witness, to what was contained within the briefcase. The youth hoped for a click of a lock releasing, the mystery unraveling, partially solved, but then…nothing. Her face scrunched up in minor disappointment. Had the numbers not been put in correctly? Were they out of order? Or were they simply not the right clues? “Darn,” she muttered, quietly, a frown managing to lace its way around her mouth. Osozo proclaimed they knew the answer, and her eyes glanced back to the Ascended, waiting for hear – but then they didn’t know how.
Well, there were enough of them here. Surely they could come up with something else. “Do we want to try to decipher any of the others?” She’d already calculated and devised Osozo’s words, the message on the wall, foundational pieces clear and concise. But what about Aisha’s code?
Well, there were enough of them here. Surely they could come up with something else. “Do we want to try to decipher any of the others?” She’d already calculated and devised Osozo’s words, the message on the wall, foundational pieces clear and concise. But what about Aisha’s code?
she knows how to rise again
Melita
