you must burn brighter than ever
The bat was freed; out of crimson locks and towards the window, the poor thing likely exhausted from its ventures. Melita scratched the top of Fangorn’s head for his continued, illustrious support, before settling back into what she’d come to do. Cleared out and cleaned, she rearranged some sanctions, standing back to look at it, a tilt of her head in both directions, surveying it from different distinctions. It will hold up well enough, and she shrugged, her eyes going back towards the exhausted creature. Maybe…
She tiptoed out toward Nate and Sunjata. “All done!” A triumphant air, half-mischief, half-mirth, and somewhere notched in between is a bit of foolishness they’d likely expect. “Also, can I keep a bat? And there’s a hole in the wall.” The former was fast and swift, and the latter blown off with a shrug (like she had no idea how it even happened); waiting approval of her latest companion acquiring.
She tiptoed out toward Nate and Sunjata. “All done!” A triumphant air, half-mischief, half-mirth, and somewhere notched in between is a bit of foolishness they’d likely expect. “Also, can I keep a bat? And there’s a hole in the wall.” The former was fast and swift, and the latter blown off with a shrug (like she had no idea how it even happened); waiting approval of her latest companion acquiring.
Melita
