Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“You’re welcome,” she chimed and chirped in response, especially for the help she’d received prior. As bratty, conniving, or irritating Melita could be, she often returned kindness where it was due. “You seemed to be getting a lot better!” More practice, especially under the water, amongst his own kind, would probably ensure he’d advance even further by the time they met up again.
Placing the rest of the rocks down, for they weren’t necessary, the youth sought to snag at the rest of her belongings, picking them up and placing them along her shoulder with the same merry steps as before. “I’m heading out to the party,” and she pointed towards the row of bonfires along the beach further ahead – emblazoned, the sounds of raucous behavior echoing down the dunes. “See you there!” Presuming mermanta wouldn’t have anything else to do but amusements during LongNight as well.
{FIN}
Placing the rest of the rocks down, for they weren’t necessary, the youth sought to snag at the rest of her belongings, picking them up and placing them along her shoulder with the same merry steps as before. “I’m heading out to the party,” and she pointed towards the row of bonfires along the beach further ahead – emblazoned, the sounds of raucous behavior echoing down the dunes. “See you there!” Presuming mermanta wouldn’t have anything else to do but amusements during LongNight as well.
{FIN}
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
