M E L I T A
There didn’t seem to be any further explanation required on her part, and she simply adhered to his next request of one more. She gently took the sharpened stick back from his grasp, and took to finding another fish to prey upon. It seemed a majority of them had been scared off by their companion’s sudden disappearance, so she was forced to shift quietly, stealthily, further down the embankment. Fangorn strove to help her too, glancing down into the water with his bizarre, all-seeing gaze, and uttered a low, guttural hiss when he thought he saw the glimmer of scales again in the bright sunlight, below the swirling, gentle waves.
Melita didn’t take long with this acquiring of food either. She repeated the same motions as before, leaning, crouching, trying not to cast a shadow over the water, raising her arm, and then swinging it down at an angle in one, wild, vicious motion. The fish impaled on the end twisted back and forth, desperate to be free, to be liberated, but its fate had already been decided, and even if it had managed to thwart its way off of the spear, it wouldn’t survive the hole punctured in its gut. All the while though, the girl’s mind wasn’t even on the hunt itself, but the bizarre statement Samuel had uttered. It’s for my friend…because I don’t eat. The whole notion confused and muddled her, because what kind of individual didn’t consume food? How did he get any energy, any sustenance? What did he do in order to acquire these things, since it was clear he didn’t hunt?
She roamed back over to him, the fish stilled and presented like a trophy to the man. “Here you go.” The questions and inquiries kept pulsing through her mind, begging to be asked, screaming to be unleashed…but a greater part of her worried what kind of tribulations and trials it would open up, as if she was very ignorant and unaware of some bigger part of the picture.
