but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
That Locke had managed to procure one caused the slightest arch of her brow, before that too descended back into her narrowed proportions, not bothering to ponder over that complexity much further. He was gone. And with those notions came many other things – insinuations Melita wouldn’t be uttering in front of Maeve.
Instead, she nodded, ascertaining some semblances best left unsaid, and turning her gilded gaze towards a row of graves. “Okay. Do you…know of any?” She could play the ignorant Outlander card, for it was true – enough legends of the world behind the barrier, and why had unfolded many times, but not about what the rest of Caido was doing during that interim of three hundred years.
Keeping her footsteps light, airy, almost intangible threads of movement, she started on no tier in particular, while companions followed suit – crouching down briefly to read names imprinted into stone.
Instead, she nodded, ascertaining some semblances best left unsaid, and turning her gilded gaze towards a row of graves. “Okay. Do you…know of any?” She could play the ignorant Outlander card, for it was true – enough legends of the world behind the barrier, and why had unfolded many times, but not about what the rest of Caido was doing during that interim of three hundred years.
Keeping her footsteps light, airy, almost intangible threads of movement, she started on no tier in particular, while companions followed suit – crouching down briefly to read names imprinted into stone.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
