MELITA
She listened; a prime example of a youth enamored by legends and myths, by stories and pathways left open for her to nudge a foot within, and then slam the door wide open. Her mother often told tales, both children gathered at her knees or in her lap, following thickening plots and favored characters. So while she might have looked occupied in her curiosity, the girl could deviate her attention simultaneously, snatching at the bits and pieces Nate offered. A quest from the Voice nearly made her sneer; but what would she have expected? That’s what Ascended did – while the rest of them tended to the Old Gods, or not at all. Except her experiences had been left wanting, when the blight fell upon all of them. What other insinuations were in those broad strokes? “What for?” Why gather things like…blood?
And then her eyes were only for the dolphins, skimming over the surface, pondering why the Voice would require their ichor, what on earth it could ever be utilized for. These creatures were foreign to her, but pleasant and lovely nonetheless, and her hand went to reach again, patting the first head she could softly, gently. “Aren’t you all lovely,” she murmured and crooned, uncertain if they’d be able to understand her; but conveying the presence and sentiments just the same.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
