you must burn brighter than ever
“Suuuure,” Melita drawled, but permitted the comment to return back into the ethers, making sure to mockingly cover where Fangorn’s ears might’ve been – hands clasping over his sides as he continued to doze in the sun, none the wiser. But at disastrous wakes and experiments, the youth pulsed with bemusements, contorting the notions, fruitions, plans, and plots in her mind. Lofty and overconfident, a haughty little turn of her chin became sprigged and whittled with amusements, a light laugh as petals cascaded. “We should use my uncle’s house.” It’d already been set on fire once. What was one more at this point? And as for the vampire gourd, the sneer grew even more Cheshire, proud of his demonic entity. “He eats both. And bugs.”
But the smuggler didn’t know what to make of the semblance of the empanadas being a food (of course, one could eat and hunt them – but she’d never ascertained them into any form of pastry). “No, I don’t think so.” She shrugged her shoulders, nose wrinkling and scrunching. “That’s what Nate called them.” But maybe bakery items out at sea had a certain ring to it. “Wouldn’t they be salty though?”
The loosened fronds and respectable amount of florets found her hair, tangling back into the locks with little care as she laughed once more. “I remember threats,” she giggled again – except it was the heart and truth of the matter. “You’re welcome. I’m not known for my forgiveness. Consider yourself very lucky.”
But the smuggler didn’t know what to make of the semblance of the empanadas being a food (of course, one could eat and hunt them – but she’d never ascertained them into any form of pastry). “No, I don’t think so.” She shrugged her shoulders, nose wrinkling and scrunching. “That’s what Nate called them.” But maybe bakery items out at sea had a certain ring to it. “Wouldn’t they be salty though?”
The loosened fronds and respectable amount of florets found her hair, tangling back into the locks with little care as she laughed once more. “I remember threats,” she giggled again – except it was the heart and truth of the matter. “You’re welcome. I’m not known for my forgiveness. Consider yourself very lucky.”
Melita
