Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
It was along the Miana Pool she traversed, bare feet pressing over the surface, the evening skies glittering with stars. If she were to pause, take a breath, for more than an instant, she could behold the litany of their hues, the beauty of their incandescence, the state of the seemingly endless constellations.
Instead, because Melita wore determination on her brow, and a basket in her hands, she stared upon the glassy veneer. Her movements caused few ripples, dainty and refined in her motions (for once), as if she had to sneak upon a cluster of stars reflected in the gentle abyss. Along the banks sat Fangorn and Sila, both predisposed to wondering what the hell she was doing at any given moment.
And Jack was there, somewhere, she presumed, her head down, not glancing in his direction. “How are you going to help?” She asked, with a cheeky disposition, half a smile worn into the corners of her mouth, as she lowered into a crouch, hovering over a patch of mirrored cosmos.
Instead, because Melita wore determination on her brow, and a basket in her hands, she stared upon the glassy veneer. Her movements caused few ripples, dainty and refined in her motions (for once), as if she had to sneak upon a cluster of stars reflected in the gentle abyss. Along the banks sat Fangorn and Sila, both predisposed to wondering what the hell she was doing at any given moment.
And Jack was there, somewhere, she presumed, her head down, not glancing in his direction. “How are you going to help?” She asked, with a cheeky disposition, half a smile worn into the corners of her mouth, as she lowered into a crouch, hovering over a patch of mirrored cosmos.
Melita
