there's always a glimmer in those
Caution usually wasn’t on Melita’s agenda. She threw it into the wind and then followed stars, suns, and horizons, over land and over sea, indulging in leaping, in bounding, in courting feverish curiosities, in corresponding into the wake of rebellion. What better world, what better realm, than to sink her toes into warm sand and then glimpse into never-ending distinction, power, and predilection?
The girl nibbled on a few things, chewing and humming all the while. “Hm. Couldn’t you infuse your magic into some weapons? Or defenses?” As Remi had done with her arrows? As so many others might have embedded into metal, into pommels, into shields? A shrug followed, uncertain of the protocol or the weight to its being – never had, never would. She had grown from unkind worlds, was used to the treacheries, the snap of demons’ jaws, the raw clutches of monsters’ claws. There had been naught else for her.
At least he seemed content with her naming of the paste, as her hands went to contort around the jar. She grinned, the world a little lighter. “Happy to help!”
The girl nibbled on a few things, chewing and humming all the while. “Hm. Couldn’t you infuse your magic into some weapons? Or defenses?” As Remi had done with her arrows? As so many others might have embedded into metal, into pommels, into shields? A shrug followed, uncertain of the protocol or the weight to its being – never had, never would. She had grown from unkind worlds, was used to the treacheries, the snap of demons’ jaws, the raw clutches of monsters’ claws. There had been naught else for her.
At least he seemed content with her naming of the paste, as her hands went to contort around the jar. She grinned, the world a little lighter. “Happy to help!”
who have been through the dark
MELITA
