there's always a glimmer in those
She’d been correct in her assertion – an item not meant for her – but certainly amongst the anointed, consecrated others. The youth could understand how such a thing would bend and shape individuals, a greedy, avaricious overture in the midst of spells and antics. That it might make them go out of control was another notion – awry, awry, awry, and foretell disaster along the way for others. Melita fell to quiet hums in her musings, tapping her fingers against the desk as her mind rumbled and roamed around in these conjectures. “Maybe it’s for the best?” She shrugged. “What if it fell into the wrong hands?” Which didn’t mean him or anyone else with mage characteristics – her notions were settled upon those of Zariah’s ilk, dubbed the Merciless because of her means of transgressions and chosen actions. What if it fell into the right hands? Would that make any difference? Many of her items were magical in nature – did that mean she should’ve been granted or given their nuances, their beatific statures? Food for thought, combing over her skull as her eyes went back to him.
“Like I would use a shield!” She laughed, a jovial streak of merriment at her ability to simply ignore all defensive procedures and just lay on straight offensive tactics. Bound to bite her somehow, someway in the end. “Single, for right now.” Though the promise of double swords had her nefarious grin back in place, gaze clearly contemplating a score of nefarious inclinations and possibilities.
“Like I would use a shield!” She laughed, a jovial streak of merriment at her ability to simply ignore all defensive procedures and just lay on straight offensive tactics. Bound to bite her somehow, someway in the end. “Single, for right now.” Though the promise of double swords had her nefarious grin back in place, gaze clearly contemplating a score of nefarious inclinations and possibilities.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
