but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
She was used to being taught – perhaps some had seen potential in her, or thought she needed far more guidance. Alistair, Roana, and Wessex had embedded their wisdom in her, and the first insinuations felt familiar – grounding, settling into the earth, placing her feet where they were required. The girl nodded her acceptance, eyes glancing at the way his own had been placed, striving to mimic the stance in opposing form: perpendicular, a weight born into the soil, as if she thought herself incapable of being thrown into the ground. “Is this right?” A murmur, a hope in her gilded stare, curls of a smile, a notion of conviction and prowess embedded in her heart, in her motions, in her regard. Because the girl always tried, always strived, always craved to be better.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
