there's always a glimmer in those
Her eyes widened with a fair amount of interest at his own tales, but she already understood the means and measures behind capturing suns, singing to Safrin, and the latter half of putting out fires from flinthoppers – brows rising on the intonations of people who ate one another, and dragons. Her eyes didn’t stray to her artwork, where there were pictures and scenes coveting vivid wings and outstretched, hovering, potent, powerful little beings – the theme of the Dragon’s Throat. A kinship to scales. “Oh, do tell me more about cannibals and dragons.” She grabbed them a drink while waiting, helping herself to a pitcher of water nearby and fetching several glasses, though if Jigano wanted something stronger she could likely find it and oblige him, figuring Sunjata wouldn’t mind.
Fangorn rested on, completely tuckered out from Torchline adventures, and while she filled the wares, she hummed softly in thought. “I do.” Hunting kept her mind occupied instead of rattling around in a tomb-like state. “I’ve been training with a sword lately too.” A mischievous grin crossed her features, content to revel in more and more munitions; ferocious and unwavering no matter the weapon in her hands.
Fangorn rested on, completely tuckered out from Torchline adventures, and while she filled the wares, she hummed softly in thought. “I do.” Hunting kept her mind occupied instead of rattling around in a tomb-like state. “I’ve been training with a sword lately too.” A mischievous grin crossed her features, content to revel in more and more munitions; ferocious and unwavering no matter the weapon in her hands.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
