every time she burns to ashes
She’d finally found the right alley, venue, and fragment to Raza’s points, so she was apt to listen, catching up, eyes widening on the notion of fathoms within the Maw, swimming with manta stones only not to return, contortions of more volcanoes. Her mind spun, rapid and revolving, trying to snag and snap upon what would be all the more enticing, inviting, dangerous, treacherous, a seditious calamity. It was the finality of the first statement that embarked confusion, and led her down wayward paths. “What’s a Kraken?” Had they had something similar in Helovia or the Rift? In between the ghosts, phantoms, and wraiths, she couldn’t recall, too many other things, moments, and instances at stake. “How would it stop a volcano?” What sort of creature was this, to have such extraordinary powers?
But in return, she was asked her own theories about the thing residing in Rae’s Fingers. “I don’t know as much as the rest of you,” a given, since she was Outlander through and through. “But do you think it could’ve come from the volcano? Maybe journeyed in there when everything erupted, when they sent the lava flow in?” A hunch, and not much more, her face scrunched up in complexities and thought. It couldn't have been there all along, if there were age-old marks from other smugglers, right? But Melita hadn't known what the chiseled descriptions contained or warned about.
But in return, she was asked her own theories about the thing residing in Rae’s Fingers. “I don’t know as much as the rest of you,” a given, since she was Outlander through and through. “But do you think it could’ve come from the volcano? Maybe journeyed in there when everything erupted, when they sent the lava flow in?” A hunch, and not much more, her face scrunched up in complexities and thought. It couldn't have been there all along, if there were age-old marks from other smugglers, right? But Melita hadn't known what the chiseled descriptions contained or warned about.
she knows how to rise again
Melita
