there's always a glimmer in those
Her movements were swift certainties, the way predators might’ve been on stalking paths – despite the initial surprise at her name ricocheting and bounding over shorelines. A dart of her head indicated her bewilderment, but then naught more, the chaotic balance and embrace of potential, torrential outpourings evaporating to an incandescent smile towards Kai’s advance. “Hello!” She called in return, a wave extended and brandished, and waited, watching him leap along the bank, waiting for him to catch them along the wandering, running rivulet.
She tilted her head in quick perusals and studies; mushrooms in curls (where she likely had some leaves caught in hers), a matching of wilderness and the unknown. Fangorn hissed a salutation from his place amongst rocks and scattered stones, while the girl spoke, alive, enervated, and ignited. “Trying to find something to ‘capture the sun’. What are you doing?” An echo in place, reverberating on the edges of impish smiles.
She tilted her head in quick perusals and studies; mushrooms in curls (where she likely had some leaves caught in hers), a matching of wilderness and the unknown. Fangorn hissed a salutation from his place amongst rocks and scattered stones, while the girl spoke, alive, enervated, and ignited. “Trying to find something to ‘capture the sun’. What are you doing?” An echo in place, reverberating on the edges of impish smiles.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
