but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
It’d taken Melita a little bit longer – by way of curiosity, mouth open at the sights and sounds around her. Mostly the massive and old buildings, that seemingly had a way of towering over everyone and everything – she’d only seen mountains, hills, like that. More than once her eyes followed and traced them upward, from the gothic, archaic structure of the Temple, to the Needle, to the gates – everything seemingly symbolic. But perhaps she was too numb, too young, too ignorant to understand.
Tracing after Maeve, and entering the Temple with Sila on her shoulder and Fangorn at her heels, the youth’s gaze widened yet again, striving to take it all in. The quiet scorched at the notches of her spine, causing her to shift, restless, listening to the queen’s murmurs as they threaded their way through – not to inspect the structure itself, but the outskirts. Light footsteps and whispers followed suit, hand clutching at her bag, armed to the teeth. “Okay. How do you plan to get past that?”
Tracing after Maeve, and entering the Temple with Sila on her shoulder and Fangorn at her heels, the youth’s gaze widened yet again, striving to take it all in. The quiet scorched at the notches of her spine, causing her to shift, restless, listening to the queen’s murmurs as they threaded their way through – not to inspect the structure itself, but the outskirts. Light footsteps and whispers followed suit, hand clutching at her bag, armed to the teeth. “Okay. How do you plan to get past that?”
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
