you must burn brighter than ever
“I suppose,” she instigated with a grand grin, her eyes flickering back and forth towards Sunjata and Nate; taking the hand offered, but listening to everything else assembled in the wake. “Popping a stitch?” Her brow arched, and then that gilded gaze narrowed, caustic, seditious inspections of his person. “What did you do this time?” Was there a time when he wasn’t injured, ridiculous, or otherwise incapacitated? The youth could assume no dragons had been involved, or any other deadly trail – she likely would’ve heard of those insinuations through the Torchline grapevine.
Her eyes rounded back to Nate, intending to launch into some other lecture (wasn’t Nate supposed to look after him – or was that her job too? It was all very confusing, perplexing, and asinine).
Even more so, when Ronin appeared, and took Sunjata’s hand. Something was missing here; and her mind whirled in a circular notion of constant confusion, addled, rattled, brows furrowing briefly before returning back to their usual, defiant state. “Hi Ronin.” Maybe he was drunk, before the party?
Her eyes rounded back to Nate, intending to launch into some other lecture (wasn’t Nate supposed to look after him – or was that her job too? It was all very confusing, perplexing, and asinine).
Even more so, when Ronin appeared, and took Sunjata’s hand. Something was missing here; and her mind whirled in a circular notion of constant confusion, addled, rattled, brows furrowing briefly before returning back to their usual, defiant state. “Hi Ronin.” Maybe he was drunk, before the party?
Melita
