MELITA
A quirk of half-smile formed along her lips at the offer, knowing it was there, eternally (especially after she’d bristled and berated Sunjata for ignoring, forgetting her entirely). “Thank you.” A threshold of safety and sanctums, sanctuaries beyond oblivion and nightmarish quandaries that either had no escape or she was just beginning to spiral within. At that, she bolstered her onward and upward, a massive inhale of air rushing through her chest, expelled through her mouth, before bending down to Fangorn, scratching at the top of his head.The pink fins maneuvering their way through the surf, far more elegant and refined than she’d ever be, no matter the amount of practice, prestige, or precision (she might’ve been born in sands and surf, but they were made for the ocean swells and currents), call to her attention again. Grabbing hold of the gourd, engulfing him in her arms, her gaze traversed back and forth, from Nate and then to the sea. Dolphins; she knew what those were, beatific and beautiful to behold, once spying them beneath the waves, youthful faces pressed against god-contorted and created glass. “Empanadas,” she murmured in response, committing and memorizing the (incorrect) name to her mind. Water powers was an intriguing notion. “Well, so do I,” she smirked and snickered, the glimmers of mischief suddenly overpowering all the other miseries and melancholies she’d been holding within.
A wild announcement, savage, impish, and devilish in a single gesture and conjecture, a wicked grin forming over her mouth, followed without warning. “Let’s go see them!” Bold and audacious, a section of normalcy, she placed Fangorn back down along the dunes, instigating a chase by the gourd, as she leapt and bounded further down the dunes, rushing towards the ocean.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
