you must burn brighter than ever
Predators were an accustomed sight; though the one that meows towards her was familiar. A relief, in a way, that she didn’t have to deal with both gourds and a strange jaguar, and she didn’t resist giving him a little wave, even if he couldn’t do so in return. “I’m not sure what they’re doing,” she indicated, pointing towards the hustle and bustle of the beasts, grabbing hold of her bow, of her arrows, sighing into the humid air. It was tiring, constantly being bombarded with things so innately drawn and attuned towards Fangorn, who she’d defend with her life. Inescapable little demons – it was too bad they’d decided to venture out from the Grounds at all.
Her eyes narrowed as she tilted her head, suddenly aware of their actions. “Are they chewing on the bridge?” Which could be a larger issue – half of the planks didn’t look sturdy to begin with, and a few rounds of hissing, pointed teeth might send shards and proportions of it down.
Her eyes narrowed as she tilted her head, suddenly aware of their actions. “Are they chewing on the bridge?” Which could be a larger issue – half of the planks didn’t look sturdy to begin with, and a few rounds of hissing, pointed teeth might send shards and proportions of it down.
Melita
