there's always a glimmer in those
For her part, Melita remained a rapt, attentive listener, as if being imparted with tales of legends, triumph, and heroics, as her mother used to tell – vivid stories, pieces and particles woven to make a delightful image in her quiet rapture and reverence. This one didn’t quite hold the same regard, loaded and distinct with treachery, no merriment to be found, but not once did the girl grimace, tilting her head, tending to the articles at length. “Well, that sounds like quite the adventure.” To rid themselves of the cannibals or not sounded like Halo’s dilemma, and not Jigano’s, but she shrugged the notion away. “This mageglass you were looking for – what is it?” With no magical enchantments embedded in her form, it wouldn’t have mattered, remaining as mere statutes and statures of curiosity, her mind scheming, pondering why anyone would go to such lengths for portions of glass. Which meant it held meaning, value, and possibly power.
At the question poised to her, her brows lifted for a moment, before her feature were rendered into a ferocious grin. Within any other time or instant, it might have signified danger. For now though, it simply beamed in an effervescent glow, pleased in her rapacity and bludgeoning. “Short, though they’re only wooden blades for the moment.” At some point she’d find herself with her own, and then her arsenal of munitions would be grand and wonderful all over again. One could never have enough weapons.
At the question poised to her, her brows lifted for a moment, before her feature were rendered into a ferocious grin. Within any other time or instant, it might have signified danger. For now though, it simply beamed in an effervescent glow, pleased in her rapacity and bludgeoning. “Short, though they’re only wooden blades for the moment.” At some point she’d find herself with her own, and then her arsenal of munitions would be grand and wonderful all over again. One could never have enough weapons.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
