MELITA
Her smile was bright and uplifting, a wrinkle to her nose in mischievous spirit as if she’d caught him daydreaming, staring into oblivion, even with the remnants of pale eyes across a dashing face. It wasn’t the first time that she wished she had her mother’s healing abilities, that she had listened more raptly to the details of herbs and their capabilities, that she had been talented in that regard instead of fighting and blistering her way through events. She supposed he’d tried everything already though, and perhaps, at some point, his sight, his vision, would find its way back – or not – and her expression softened, gaze arranging itself elsewhere, caught in her own crossfire of thoughts and machinations. “I’m good. How have you been?” she settled in, a breath of compassionate air, flickering further into his stall, eyes rummaging around at different artifacts, hands itching to touch things that she definitely shouldn’t; curiosity compelling, devising. “I hear a congratulations are in order,” she finally relished, her grin hastened back into the fold, hands reaching for his, giving them a kind shake, a tender touch. “I’m so happy for you!”At least at some point during this season, there would be happiness and contentment, something to be excited for, something to hope and linger upon, something other than the cold, chilling sensation of foreboding nuances plaguing their paths.
She released him when he was ready, an opulent spirit in the sunny haze. “I did come here for something in particular though.” She arched her brow, hastened to be a little teasing. “I heard you might have some Wicker Woman sap.” The youth adjusted her hold on her satchel, bringing it forward, in front of her chest, Fangorn rumbling around at her ankles, poking at things along the ground. “If you’re willing, I have things to trade for it.”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
