Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
“Wait, cake? Why didn’t we get any on the Ark?” Teasing, lighter tones, far more appeasing and appealing than the war brewing behind her eyes – none of which was his fault. Besides the fact that they couldn’t bake on the ship, the youth shrugged it off, jocular precision rather than anything actually pressing or condemning. “I was walking down the beach.” Airing out her frustrations on random rocks, and then figuring she could conquer something else later, while she figured out how to word a certain letter in return. Her eyes lingered on her favored gourd, who tilted his head and made some inscrutable grumble. “He’s fine,” with an encouraging smile in addition to the fact.
She hadn’t expected the next round of inquiries, but given her current mood, it changed and altered things for the better. Gaze rounding, far more ebullient and excited at the prospects of violence and armaments, she clapped her hands together, reaching around to inspect her quiver. “Sure! I have some training ones too,” blunted at the end, so no one would get marred or wounded, holding one up for his inspection. “It’ll be nice to practice on a moving target.” She hadn’t in a while; purposefully anyway.
She hadn’t expected the next round of inquiries, but given her current mood, it changed and altered things for the better. Gaze rounding, far more ebullient and excited at the prospects of violence and armaments, she clapped her hands together, reaching around to inspect her quiver. “Sure! I have some training ones too,” blunted at the end, so no one would get marred or wounded, holding one up for his inspection. “It’ll be nice to practice on a moving target.” She hadn’t in a while; purposefully anyway.
Melita
