MELITA
Melita would’ve offered some aspect of assistance if she knew how, but without the right pieces of knowledge, the aspects of the curse, she was left with no way to right the wrongs. It didn’t seem to matter anyway, not with the mermaid’s request. “Okay,” and she sailed forth, Fangorn, curious in his endeavors as well, bounded along with her, approaching the bizarre tree. She watched as several others were just as inquisitive, interacting with the boughs, watching with a tilted head and arched brow as several began to poke it. Was that customary here in Torchline? She’d never seen such a thing.
But then it undulated, moved, and giggled under the ministration. She witnessed it maneuver several more times, before finally parting through the passersby herself, angling a point into its midsection. It did much the same – swaying, laughing, almost as if it was ticklish. Down towards the bottom, she broke off a little section; it didn’t seem to mind, before wandering back over to Delta. “It moves! And laughs!”
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
