MELITA
Awful had been a decent way to describe it. The aftermath had been a think of debacles, permissions denied, and only re-granted when they’d helped to heal the creature along the waterfalls. But she let the subject matter go for the moment, filling up her last vial, and placing it gently within her bag, some small pockets outfitted to carry tinier containers. She didn’t expect Oliver to ask if she could be some sort of compassionate benefactor, or a keeper of information, but with a shrug, the youth ascertained it’d be fine. “Sure. I’m going out to sea next season, but if I’m not around, I’m sure my uncles, Sunjata and Nate, would be willing to handle it.” Especially if the Flood was taking on the Governor role, uncertain on where, and how, he’d fit into diplomatic quandaries.Melita had no notion of creation magic – as the only incantations ever flowing through her were amidst her weapons – so she could only nod, tilt her head, and carry on with holding the flower. The lily was the first and foremost aspect in her mind, and when Oliver had finished, she’d be all the more willing to leave, depart, for the waterfalls immediately. “Ready when you are.” And while movements were slow, methodical, they were anything but listless – a turning towards the space she’d occupied.
{FIN}
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
