there's always a glimmer in those
Melita’s mission wasn’t to be daunted by unfamiliar people. It wasn’t a lack of compassion, the youth often had such kindness in spades, but her convictions had woven hard through the treeline, along the mysterious, enigmatic twists and turns of the rapturous land, and if she gave over to distraction, they might have all been lost. She crossed along paths, stopping, pausing every so often to glance back and ensure they followed, then advancing, graceful and poised, breathing along the restless air, the relishing breeze, the kiss of summer branching and brambling before them. The pumpkin and the honeybee girl, keepers of the path.
Then, all at once, the Mathair’s presence signified the landscape. Like a Colossus, like a palisade, like a citadel, despite all its hardships, entanglements, and portal battles, still managed to channel a sort of distinction and quality. The massive roots and limbs left a larger than life impression, and she hummed, whistled, content with a merry tune as they made their way to the first few intervals of wood. “Here we are!” A loud announcement and proclamation, in case they needed it, before she settled upon a portion of the tree and timber, making herself at home, patting the earthen wares. Fangorn coiled around near her feet, content to rummage along nests of leaf litter. The girl’s gilded eyes went back and forth to strangers and newfound companions. “What sort of story shall we tell Safrin?”
Then, all at once, the Mathair’s presence signified the landscape. Like a Colossus, like a palisade, like a citadel, despite all its hardships, entanglements, and portal battles, still managed to channel a sort of distinction and quality. The massive roots and limbs left a larger than life impression, and she hummed, whistled, content with a merry tune as they made their way to the first few intervals of wood. “Here we are!” A loud announcement and proclamation, in case they needed it, before she settled upon a portion of the tree and timber, making herself at home, patting the earthen wares. Fangorn coiled around near her feet, content to rummage along nests of leaf litter. The girl’s gilded eyes went back and forth to strangers and newfound companions. “What sort of story shall we tell Safrin?”
who have been through the dark
MELITA
