you must burn brighter than ever
Unaware of the memories stored within, Melita took the silent response, the idle shaking of his head, as veracity, and poured the water along canals and ridges that had yet to feel the cascade. She wasn’t sure if she’d wish a sight or experience of the haunting, disastrous wakes upon anyone – save for her worst enemies (reserved for Kiada alone, at this point). Each time she’d witnessed, strived, and tried to overcome their massive beings, their harpooning vestiges, their tyrannical, cunning, crafty positions, she hadn’t even come close. Instead, she’d had to go towards an alternating route – asking the heralds, the divine, if there were pieces to this puzzle. If there was a way around the rapacious cretins.
Fangorn eventually earned attention, as per the norm and routine. In response, the pumpkin slithered his vines outward, allowed them to become eerie, eldritch looking things – what he might’ve been, if left out in the wild and not domesticated by a bond. “Fangorn,” Melita started, eyes ducking downwards to lift the bone, ponder it through illuminated lantern light, then continue the process from before. “My companion. A vampire gourd.” The aforementioned hissed in the enveloping of darkness, bemused.
Fangorn eventually earned attention, as per the norm and routine. In response, the pumpkin slithered his vines outward, allowed them to become eerie, eldritch looking things – what he might’ve been, if left out in the wild and not domesticated by a bond. “Fangorn,” Melita started, eyes ducking downwards to lift the bone, ponder it through illuminated lantern light, then continue the process from before. “My companion. A vampire gourd.” The aforementioned hissed in the enveloping of darkness, bemused.
Melita
