knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
That the house will somehow eventually become a zoo of collected animals was no bother to her at all – inclining another wide grin at the notion of a dog meant and soon to be tamed. “He can be a good guard then.”
As for the cider, after a few more moments of recovery, she could appreciate the effort put in. The taste. The booze. Her shoulders shrugged, but her expression was light, airy, content; something to fill in the hollow bits and pieces of her consternations. “It’s delicious.” To stave off his worries, his concerns, over the drink, she took a few more sturdy swallows, before placing it down, and continuing to hold his bauble formation.
Ideas were better than nothing, but she could remember the echoes and throngs of LongNight. The sharp claws. The blistering fire. The edges of disaster and demolition, right out there in the cloak of darkness, waiting to catch, to bite, to snatch, to obliterate simply because they could. She bit back something too, on the semblance of his words, on the way he wouldn’t stick around. How are you going to escape? was on her tongue. How are you going to be safe? was another. And Melita muffled them all, until her breath embodied a storm, and her eyes segmented into his. “But?”
As for the cider, after a few more moments of recovery, she could appreciate the effort put in. The taste. The booze. Her shoulders shrugged, but her expression was light, airy, content; something to fill in the hollow bits and pieces of her consternations. “It’s delicious.” To stave off his worries, his concerns, over the drink, she took a few more sturdy swallows, before placing it down, and continuing to hold his bauble formation.
Ideas were better than nothing, but she could remember the echoes and throngs of LongNight. The sharp claws. The blistering fire. The edges of disaster and demolition, right out there in the cloak of darkness, waiting to catch, to bite, to snatch, to obliterate simply because they could. She bit back something too, on the semblance of his words, on the way he wouldn’t stick around. How are you going to escape? was on her tongue. How are you going to be safe? was another. And Melita muffled them all, until her breath embodied a storm, and her eyes segmented into his. “But?”
Melita
