there's always a glimmer in those
Despite having a designated presence and position within the bar, and a room down the hall, the girl had spent less and less time there – inclined to wander in the midst of Torchline, or just to avoid the rampant hostility some of Sunjata’s patrons had instilled (Phoebe’s destruction included). For now though, she was keen to clean up some of her latest, messiest work, a few little sketches here and there, somewhat inspired by Bastien’s artistry and tutelage, though she’d never admit it. Her own tapestry of the Dragon’s Throat hung over her desk, a picturesque scene of desert and flames, dragons and some old reel of longing for a world she couldn’t have again. Her eyes went to it, as they did frequently, when not ghosting along the memorial wall – then peeled away, intentions returned to keeping papers together, Fangorn nesting in his bed.
The girl didn’t expect anyone to come calling after her, so she raised her head with sudden alarm when her name curled softly and quietly along the edges. Her cranium swung in the direction of the voice, only to find Jigano and Isuma. “Oh, hello!” She chirped thereafter, rearranging things again, stuffing the artwork back into some other book she’d borrowed from the Atheneum on more sword techniques, inspiration drawn from all corners of the earth lately. “How are you?” It was an invitation to join her, pulling up a seat nearby, patting the surface of the wooden resin with one hand. Fangorn had managed to pop one eye open, and then returned to slumber.
The girl didn’t expect anyone to come calling after her, so she raised her head with sudden alarm when her name curled softly and quietly along the edges. Her cranium swung in the direction of the voice, only to find Jigano and Isuma. “Oh, hello!” She chirped thereafter, rearranging things again, stuffing the artwork back into some other book she’d borrowed from the Atheneum on more sword techniques, inspiration drawn from all corners of the earth lately. “How are you?” It was an invitation to join her, pulling up a seat nearby, patting the surface of the wooden resin with one hand. Fangorn had managed to pop one eye open, and then returned to slumber.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
