hold my hand

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire Lily! floats across the mist, causing her to fully turn and search for its source. And you know, she wasn’t going to laugh, but the little gourd at her feet never ceases to bring a smile to her face - especially as it (he?) bounces so merrily at her side. With a little wave to the other redhead, the entertainer takes a couple of steps backwards, towards the approaching woman. She looks prepared, Lily thinks, as her eyes roam over the bow and general, enthusiastic demeanor of the other. “Hi Melita! I was, ah, thinking of crossing the Bone Bridge today. As a challenge to myself.” An almost apologetic shrug follows her declaration of intent, as if to say that she knows it’s silly - but she is not like the rest of the fierce people who seems to have come from vicious, life-and-death worlds. Other words seem to be on the edge of her tongue, but she swallows them. She should feel comfortable asking for help, but there’s just something that feels childish about wanting someone else there to give her strength. She should be able to do this herself. So instead of being and adult and asking for what she needs, she blurts out, “And you? What are you up to today?” All the way out here, where she was sure her wimpiness wouldn' have any witnesses.