watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
The praise made her cheeks flush with a pinkish hue, wide-eyed in wonder, basking beneath open skies and starry portals. The echoes of something else from beyond don’t bother her, not now, as galaxies swirled and celestial materials gathered, caught in the cosmos. Uncertain of how her gift would be received, the youth watched in earnest as they were called lovely; cast even paler, even more beautiful in the ivory haze, not daring to move as Safrin’s hand chose one, breath billowing softly in reverence. Only when it was held against the moon’s radiance, disappeared and gone, did she finally say anything at all. “Okay! I’m glad you like them!” nodding her head in acceptance, a bit numbed and scattered, struggling to close her gaping jaw.
She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on the rest, but she couldn’t help herself as Zariah was chastised and spurned, the warnings, the threats, alive and well even as the Archmage disappeared. The honeybee girl wouldn’t miss her presence. The chill of last year’s antics were enough.
Sunjata’s answer caused her brow to arch, slightly, not anything of significance, snorting. “Then aren’t you going to say something to her?” Indicating the goddess, an overly exaggerated head gesture in the star’s general direction. Melita had plenty to say and ask, but didn't want to step on anyone's toes, gilded eyes slinking around, riveting between heralds and others gathered in their midst.
She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on the rest, but she couldn’t help herself as Zariah was chastised and spurned, the warnings, the threats, alive and well even as the Archmage disappeared. The honeybee girl wouldn’t miss her presence. The chill of last year’s antics were enough.
Sunjata’s answer caused her brow to arch, slightly, not anything of significance, snorting. “Then aren’t you going to say something to her?” Indicating the goddess, an overly exaggerated head gesture in the star’s general direction. Melita had plenty to say and ask, but didn't want to step on anyone's toes, gilded eyes slinking around, riveting between heralds and others gathered in their midst.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
