you must burn brighter than ever
Melita’s gaze drifted back and forth, from girl to spyglass, tilting her head, considering the wake of the youth’s opinions. “More red…,” was a murmur, then accepted with a nod. “Oh, thank you,” as Paige handed her some offerings, hands drifting over some deeper crimson, some dignified ruby, some burning, burning proportions that reminded her of ichor and blood.
“I think these will do,” as she handpicked and selected the one without the drifting of lifelines dying and fading. She worked quickly, efficiently, allowing the resin to do its work as she settled it back along the instrument. Once it’d dried, with all the stones back in place, she held it aloft for Paige to inspect again. “There – does that seem better?”
“I think these will do,” as she handpicked and selected the one without the drifting of lifelines dying and fading. She worked quickly, efficiently, allowing the resin to do its work as she settled it back along the instrument. Once it’d dried, with all the stones back in place, she held it aloft for Paige to inspect again. “There – does that seem better?”
Melita
