MELITA
The next set of questions died on her lips as she wandered along the tides and currents, the water rippling beneath her feet, the cool embrace of the morning sketching over horizons, reminding her of the altering seasons, the layers unspoken of and uncertain. Why did you decide to change? simmered over her teeth and tongue, but she chose to listen instead, the hovering mass harpooning through her form. Why not do something else, if you don’t like it? There were measures and calculations to the artifices though – beyond the traveling portals, it meant he could…feed, and here she repressed a shudder. The ending statement though pierced something through her, and her eyes were on the shore, not on him. “Couldn’t you, maybe? Would the Old Gods want someone to return to them?” It was mostly a rhetorical question; neither of them would likely know or understand the implications, but it made her wonder. Could the Ascended contortions be stripped away, back to normalcy? Or was it a permanent fixture, a choice they’d made, as much as the Attuned? Could any of them move back the hands of time, alter the changes?She knew better than to answer that – pushing it to the back of her mind as they lingered away from the dolphins, no harm measured in the instances. “It was.” A soft smile embarked, chased after the haunting remnants, permitted a deep breath to sanction from her mouth as they reached shore, and she touched back down upon earthen wares and configurations.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
