there's always a glimmer in those
It had been easy. For once in their lives, it had gone relatively smoothly. The relief coiling its way through her bones was a palpable, tangible thing, springing down into her limbs, so that her feet were instantly restless. “I’ll be fine.” An assurance; she usually was. “Thank you for helping. And hopefully everything will go well from here.” A bright, broadened grin, partially out of repose, partially because the faith was that others would do the same – march over the lava plumes, placing the lilies were they needed to go. In time, they’d have enough. Everything would return to some relative normalcy.
Until the next damned crisis.
She waved Oliver off, only taking a few extra moments for herself. Eternally drawn to rocks, stones, particular and peculiar hues, the youth crouched down much like she would’ve along the banks of the Stonesong, or along the sea’s shore, hunting and scavenging for anything she thought of worth. Eventually, she snagged at a few radiantly polished obsidian rocks, carefully placing them in her pockets, wondering if they’d be of some value to Tanau, or whatever god would grace the rest of the with mending properties. Then she and Fangorn would wander home; the mission completed.
{FIN}
Until the next damned crisis.
She waved Oliver off, only taking a few extra moments for herself. Eternally drawn to rocks, stones, particular and peculiar hues, the youth crouched down much like she would’ve along the banks of the Stonesong, or along the sea’s shore, hunting and scavenging for anything she thought of worth. Eventually, she snagged at a few radiantly polished obsidian rocks, carefully placing them in her pockets, wondering if they’d be of some value to Tanau, or whatever god would grace the rest of the with mending properties. Then she and Fangorn would wander home; the mission completed.
{FIN}
who have been through the dark
MELITA
