watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
So Melita cheated. A little.
The bangle from the Fae and their nymphs remained on her ankle, charms and all, quiet on the forefront as she motioned steadily upon the water, striving not to make a sound. Delicate, light, fey-like in her entity, bounding along in her typical attire of a free-flowing dress and utter indifference to what happened to the garment.
All in good fun, anyway. Which was what she craved more often than not nowadays. Diversions, carefree and careless, rather than anything else bundled up in her thought patterns. At least that was the rationale behind her miscreant, devious tactics – stability in amusements, in muffling a giggle behind her teeth, in glancing towards Aurelia and seeing her progress. “Polo!” She called, then dashed across the filaments, the liquid, the veneer, attempting to dodge any potential Jack-infested waters.
The bangle from the Fae and their nymphs remained on her ankle, charms and all, quiet on the forefront as she motioned steadily upon the water, striving not to make a sound. Delicate, light, fey-like in her entity, bounding along in her typical attire of a free-flowing dress and utter indifference to what happened to the garment.
All in good fun, anyway. Which was what she craved more often than not nowadays. Diversions, carefree and careless, rather than anything else bundled up in her thought patterns. At least that was the rationale behind her miscreant, devious tactics – stability in amusements, in muffling a giggle behind her teeth, in glancing towards Aurelia and seeing her progress. “Polo!” She called, then dashed across the filaments, the liquid, the veneer, attempting to dodge any potential Jack-infested waters.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
