there's always a glimmer in those
Melita had become used to not even questioning weird circumstances. Like chests showing up on beaches – which actually, given the world they lived in, probably made more sense than the regular occurrences. Like bone monsters rising out of sands.
So she ambled her way to a small crowd growing around the latest intrigue, staff in hand. She’d learned over the years to be a little more cautious (emphasis on little), so when others came along, she rounded out on the sides, brow arched, arms folded across her chest, Fangorn at her ankles. Quiet. Inspecting. Wondering. Perusing. Waiting in all her speculation.
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Melita chills and hangs out, watching.
So she ambled her way to a small crowd growing around the latest intrigue, staff in hand. She’d learned over the years to be a little more cautious (emphasis on little), so when others came along, she rounded out on the sides, brow arched, arms folded across her chest, Fangorn at her ankles. Quiet. Inspecting. Wondering. Perusing. Waiting in all her speculation.
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Melita chills and hangs out, watching.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
