you must burn brighter than ever
At the mention of pumpkin pie, she darted a glance at Fangorn – who either didn’t recognize a potential threat or simply found himself contorted in protection. Indifferent, the gourd maintained his proud position, vines sweeping along the tall grass.
Truth be told, Melita had only rarely tried to bake anything. More often than not she ended up gaining her supply of wondrous goods throughout the market. “We should try some time,” she hummed, tilting her head at the potential disaster. Maybe not at her uncles’ house though. It’d already seen its fair share of fires.
Favored sea animals gave the honeybee pause, and her eyes went up towards the sky as she reflected once more – pondering over the lengths she’d seen. “Probably the dolphins. They’re really similar to the empanadas.” A nod, certain and true, followed and flickered along like an ember. “Though these couldn’t summon storms.” Just the regular, grayish kind, streaking through the water with their range of potency. “I don’t really hate whales,” she added, wrinkling her nose in distinction of the only kind she could detest. “Just the ghost ones.” Assholes that they were.
They were quiet for a moment, and Melita took that opportunity to straighten out her crown and pick at more petals that had been scattered in her wayward diadem making, providing some beautiful pinkish blooms to settle on top of Fangorn as her bonded seemed to settle into a nap. She didn’t expect the next statement, and as it varnished over her, the girl snorted, laughing again. “I didn’t like you much – you threatened my companion.” Another cheeky grin entangled itself on her lips, and she didn’t shy away from the honesty. “I’ll always protect what’s mine.” Which she figured would echo and reflect on Aurelia in the same stead. “But I suppose you have.”
Truth be told, Melita had only rarely tried to bake anything. More often than not she ended up gaining her supply of wondrous goods throughout the market. “We should try some time,” she hummed, tilting her head at the potential disaster. Maybe not at her uncles’ house though. It’d already seen its fair share of fires.
Favored sea animals gave the honeybee pause, and her eyes went up towards the sky as she reflected once more – pondering over the lengths she’d seen. “Probably the dolphins. They’re really similar to the empanadas.” A nod, certain and true, followed and flickered along like an ember. “Though these couldn’t summon storms.” Just the regular, grayish kind, streaking through the water with their range of potency. “I don’t really hate whales,” she added, wrinkling her nose in distinction of the only kind she could detest. “Just the ghost ones.” Assholes that they were.
They were quiet for a moment, and Melita took that opportunity to straighten out her crown and pick at more petals that had been scattered in her wayward diadem making, providing some beautiful pinkish blooms to settle on top of Fangorn as her bonded seemed to settle into a nap. She didn’t expect the next statement, and as it varnished over her, the girl snorted, laughing again. “I didn’t like you much – you threatened my companion.” Another cheeky grin entangled itself on her lips, and she didn’t shy away from the honesty. “I’ll always protect what’s mine.” Which she figured would echo and reflect on Aurelia in the same stead. “But I suppose you have.”
Melita
