but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Seemingly fascinated, curious, and perplexed by everything, the youth was still momentarily lodged into silence, fixated on the crabs, pondering if she should attempt to free them or leave them to their damnation. Wasn’t this a form of hunting, like she often did with deer, rabbits, or anything else managing to traipse by? It was an enigmatic sort of acceptance – because she wasn’t a youth to shy away from death. She’d seen it too many times. “A feast,” she murmured, shaking her head, the crimson locks emboldened once more by the sea air. “Well, congratulations on your catch.” It seemed to be quite the haul, but as someone who hadn’t experienced this particular range of skills, she wasn’t certain. Fangorn balked when a crab claw came nipping for him at the edge of their entrapment, hissing in return, before scuttling back over to her ankles. “Is it hard work?” She noted as joints popped, as stretching accumulated.
Melita should’ve known curiosity would range back upon her too – considering where she came from, the difference between portals despite being on the same earth, the same foundation. “This is Fangorn,” an effervescent smile hastening, bending down to scratch the pumpkin along his head. “He’s my companion. A vampire gourd.” Maybe they didn’t have these along Torchline: which only meant there were multitudes of other things to explore, to discover, to embody.
Melita should’ve known curiosity would range back upon her too – considering where she came from, the difference between portals despite being on the same earth, the same foundation. “This is Fangorn,” an effervescent smile hastening, bending down to scratch the pumpkin along his head. “He’s my companion. A vampire gourd.” Maybe they didn’t have these along Torchline: which only meant there were multitudes of other things to explore, to discover, to embody.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
