[SWE] Capturing the Sun

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Wessex almost blanches at Melita’s exuberance but manages to control her face and stay in place. It isn’t that she doesn’t want to see her mentee, it’s just that their happiness levels are greatly mismatched, and that makes the Ascended woman feel terribly at odds with the little firebrand. “Hello, Melita,” she responds with a forced, but not unkind smile, much in the way a politician might endure an event they had to attend. When the girl draws closer, she can see that her basket is already full, and thus isn’t expecting the next part. Her expression twists into genuine surprise. “Really?” When presented with the small tokens of affection, Wessex scoops them out of the basket and then holds them up to the manufactured light, peering at the red stones and makeshift weapons with both feigned and real appreciation. “Thank you,” she says after a moment, depositing them into a small leather pouch with surprising gentleness. “Ah… I don’t think this will fit in your basket…” she says with a laugh, lifting a haunch of venison and letting it swing from its rope in front of her. “But it’s for you. Protein. To build muscles.” In her own way, it is the most caring thing Wessex could have done. Even the appearance of Safrin - and the sun - can't stem the warm feeling of affection that continues to grow for the Outlander girl. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul