but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Melita paused long enough in her hasty rush to regard the directions in pathways – one with a distinction towards the water, the rush and lull of the waves crashing down below a signature pinpoint. The other resolved along cliffsides, though she had no idea about the mausoleums and crypts up ahead.
Maeve seemed to make the decision for them anyway, and she was left to meander close behind, companions in pursuit. “Let’s look at the Order members.” Wouldn’t they be important to the cause, so long ago? Hadn’t that been what surrounded the mythos and legend of previous wars? “Then we can circle back around.” A shrug of her shoulders ensued – about as lost as anything else out here, but an idea, a notion, nonetheless.
Maeve seemed to make the decision for them anyway, and she was left to meander close behind, companions in pursuit. “Let’s look at the Order members.” Wouldn’t they be important to the cause, so long ago? Hadn’t that been what surrounded the mythos and legend of previous wars? “Then we can circle back around.” A shrug of her shoulders ensued – about as lost as anything else out here, but an idea, a notion, nonetheless.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
