you must burn brighter than ever
With her legs dangling in the pool, a hum started under her breath, a semblance of calm compliance, some way to cease the unending apprehension curling in her gut. Hands went over the surface of the bone, bringing the water up to the sand and dirt laden bombardments, the curves and angles, and then dipping it down into the reflecting vestiges itself. Muck and mire began to leave, dissipate, flicker off into the surroundings, and she might’ve left it at that, content with the fortune that surrounded, bounded, and clustered to the filaments, had she and Fangorn not heard another.
Attention dissipated, fingers still clutching and resting over the bone, but head raised in a predacious fashion. Eyes narrowing under the pockets of lantern lights, her brow arched at the singular word snarling and scowling through the air. Uncertain what the issue, calamity, or cause was, the youth remained poised in her position, gaze only segmenting neatly on the series of weapons at her disposal, should she have need of them, before attention segmented back upon the stranger. “Problem?”
Attention dissipated, fingers still clutching and resting over the bone, but head raised in a predacious fashion. Eyes narrowing under the pockets of lantern lights, her brow arched at the singular word snarling and scowling through the air. Uncertain what the issue, calamity, or cause was, the youth remained poised in her position, gaze only segmenting neatly on the series of weapons at her disposal, should she have need of them, before attention segmented back upon the stranger. “Problem?”
Melita
