MELITA
The youth had never been one to follow or hasten to any warnings; not in her repertoire, to listen to anything but the impulsive, impetuous declarations in her mind, body, or spirit. It might’ve served her well to do so, especially in the realms of Ludo and its potential deceitful measures, or currently, in the bask and wane of the tides. Instead, the foreboding measures likely galvanized her more – the smirk entangling along her mouth, extending into such a wild, savage regard, one might have thought she belonged to the wicked fiends, to the drowning wakes, to the bestial shards of treachery, duplicity, and menace. Once, immersed and ignited by the blight, she had been. “Tricky?” She called back, as if delighted by the thought, head over her shoulder to watch him swim closer, half-inclined to continue wandering without him nearby. “How so?” Then her gilded eyes riveted solely to the dolphins, tiptoeing along the surface, across the veneer, like she were in pursuit, as if they wouldn’t see her winding her way towards their presence.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
