every time she burns to ashes
Not the right tale; she knew it immediately by the bite of his words, by the frown embodying, by the statement following. Melita hadn’t cared for Maea; a bit like a ghost herself, wandering down the halls vacantly, useless except that she gave Sunjata affection and love (and he could’ve done far better, in the wild girl’s opinion – and had with Nate). “Mm. But I’m not Maea.” She was stronger, bolder, and braver; had survived along the pinnacles, had remained amongst and amidst the living, had learned to persevere, to grind her mettle into the world.
His next response confused her though, and her brows furrowed, the uncertainty warring along. “Why would Safrin think that?” She couldn’t imagine Ludo purposefully getting them ill – especially if any of them were its followers. The herald was tricky, but not overtly cruel – though she couldn’t help a nagging feeling when it came to the Ascended, because some of them were ailing, and Ludo had always let its sentiments towards them be known…
Her eyes flickered back up to him at his inquiry, snatched back from the musings. “I’m okay.” A bright smile, incandescent, flickered back in place. It wasn’t a lie. She was okay, and all of them would be too.
His next response confused her though, and her brows furrowed, the uncertainty warring along. “Why would Safrin think that?” She couldn’t imagine Ludo purposefully getting them ill – especially if any of them were its followers. The herald was tricky, but not overtly cruel – though she couldn’t help a nagging feeling when it came to the Ascended, because some of them were ailing, and Ludo had always let its sentiments towards them be known…
Her eyes flickered back up to him at his inquiry, snatched back from the musings. “I’m okay.” A bright smile, incandescent, flickered back in place. It wasn’t a lie. She was okay, and all of them would be too.
she knows how to rise again
Melita
