there's always a glimmer in those
The journey back towards the Mountain’s Roar had been a slow and steady one, rather than her usual impulsive, impetuous pace. The object in her hands was the only notion, the only reason, the only semblance registering a regulated stride, Fangorn at her heels, eerie eyes glancing upwards, watching her carry the petals, the blossoms, the precious lily. She turned her head back towards Oliver as they roamed closer and closer, the rush and familiar sounds of the waterfalls bounding, ricocheting off of cavern walls, a sign they were making progress, that this wasn’t for naught. “Can you see if there’s an archway near it?” As they stepped along the pool, the springs, the leading rivulets – and any other time, the girl might’ve gaped and gasped at the sights all over again. But for once, the mission was steadfast in her mind: Get the lily to the archway. Place it with the others. Help to mend the sick.
Everything else could wait.
Everything else could wait.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
