but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
She wondered if the snicker was for something else; not amusement, but another piece altogether, and the youth narrowed her eyes shrewdly for a moment. But she had nothing else to go off of, other than the faintest inklings of intuition, content to ignore the notions in her head, remove her socks and shoes and bury her toes in the sand. Losing all sense of propriety, she dug them into dunes and wet shoal, smiled, lavishly content with the feeling of yesteryears, of a childhood uprooted, gone and vanquished, suddenly existing in the merest stoke of flames and sun. “I see,” she mused, except maybe she didn’t. Melita understood hard work, the lines of callouses wrapped and scorched, but was bemused to sit amongst along the surf for now, coating the sand in between her fingers, allowing it to ripple and cascade through digits and along skin.
Fangorn eased away from the crabs, apparently believing he could naught to save them from their current dilemma, rambling back towards Melita where she waited with open arms. Curiosity for curiosity’s sake unraveled, listening to the waves, to the etches of sea, to the smell of the ocean ricocheting and colliding with too many memories – suddenly very inclined to wrap herself up in the current just to see where it would take her. “Do you have any interesting creatures here?” She asked instead, staying upon the ground, no matter how enticed.
Fangorn eased away from the crabs, apparently believing he could naught to save them from their current dilemma, rambling back towards Melita where she waited with open arms. Curiosity for curiosity’s sake unraveled, listening to the waves, to the etches of sea, to the smell of the ocean ricocheting and colliding with too many memories – suddenly very inclined to wrap herself up in the current just to see where it would take her. “Do you have any interesting creatures here?” She asked instead, staying upon the ground, no matter how enticed.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
