watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
Breathless from her sprint along the shallows, it still didn’t take her long to reach Vai’s side: real, tangible, and whole. Without much of a warning, the youth’s arms wrapped tightly around the healer, a warm, welcoming embrace and hug, before pulling back, finally setting her feet upon the sand. A rush of an inhale, exhale, and the vibrant grin remained, relaxed, glad to see her friend once more. Fangorn hustled alongside, vines and form finally hastening to a stop; a familiar grumble and hiss echoing back towards the other woman. The honeybee child’s tones beckoned back though, light and ethereal, sublime and content. “I live here now. I work on the Ark.” Whether or not that meant anything at all to the huntress would have to be seen, and the girl scraped her toes into the dunes, content with whatever heat had been retained. “What are you doing here?”
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
