MELITA
“You’re welcome,” she beckoned, bright, airy, and ethereal, despite knowingly launching from heights and swinging from vines like a feral demon. “Everyone needs a little fun in their life.” Don’t let the world get you down, she wanted to say and echo, but she scarcely knew the man – only that he seemed capable of taking hits and brandishing amusements.“Likewise, if you’re ever in Torchline,” she reverberated and resounded with a gentle wave, permitting the passing of puddles as a token of a new friend. And before long, they could chime in and out, Fangorn back in her arms, the collective stance of the water allowed to trickle back to where it belonged without their molten intentions getting in the way.
{FIN}
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
