MELITA
Melita jumped at the presence of the dragon - another one, as if they were all appearing out of nowhere lately. Her eyes instantly went to Fangorn, wondering if once more she’d have to protect him from the bigger beast, thoughts wandering straight to her staff positioned and held on her back – when Maeve called out.“Is this one yours?” She answered, pointing towards the leather-winged creature, a gentle wave exuding thereafter while the Madame strolled up the beach. She crouched down thereafter, waiting, pondering, stare flickering back and forth between newcomers, hand flexing over an ivory shell laden in the sand; broken, serrated edges contorted and misshapen from the strength and dominion of the current. “Oh, we sailed to King’s End before they came.” She didn’t press about the Halenani – strolling by indicated not enough work had been done, and it’d likely have to be repaired once more. The apology sat on the edge of her teeth, but then another inquiry came.
She lifted her palm so Maeve could see her latest find – not the greatest, but she enjoyed the paleness. “I am. Are you looking for anything in particular?”
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
