watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
She hummed under her breath, a silly ditty and strain as they ambled through the sand, etching and sketching their way along the coast, Melita taking the scenic route towards the docks for Vai’s benefit. If this was her first time all over again, she’d want to see everything once more. “Absolutely! I’ve already hunted some Hels and ramphires!” The youth hadn’t scalded her way along the ocean forefront for the cloud mantas yet, something about their bejeweled essences causing her to cease rampant predation on their gentle existences.
The next inquiry though didn’t give her any such pause, and she turned back to the huntress with a vivid expression of flame and sedition. “I fire cannons!” As if she’d be doing anything but – the flare of powder and cinders, the exploding mechanisms rampaging, promising predilections and prestige, wounds in their wake.
The girl scooped Fangorn up in her arms as they wandered and meandered, content to listen to how Felix was doing (uncertain how old he’d be now, time, seasons, months, days, slipping away from her every now and again, too distracted by too many details and things, alterations in the way their earth had been shaped, whittled, and wielded). “That’s good!” Realizing she didn’t have much of a clue in the way of babies, curiosity got the best of her. “Is he very big now?”
The next inquiry though didn’t give her any such pause, and she turned back to the huntress with a vivid expression of flame and sedition. “I fire cannons!” As if she’d be doing anything but – the flare of powder and cinders, the exploding mechanisms rampaging, promising predilections and prestige, wounds in their wake.
The girl scooped Fangorn up in her arms as they wandered and meandered, content to listen to how Felix was doing (uncertain how old he’d be now, time, seasons, months, days, slipping away from her every now and again, too distracted by too many details and things, alterations in the way their earth had been shaped, whittled, and wielded). “That’s good!” Realizing she didn’t have much of a clue in the way of babies, curiosity got the best of her. “Is he very big now?”
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
