but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
For some reason she hadn’t expected warm, inviting laughter, but it set her at further ease, a shrug to her shoulders, effervescent pulsing and pervading through her instead of the initial hesitation. A name of the individual who’d first offered her the role came, and she stored it within her mind, Jack, for later purposes. The latter comment too, which just had her nodding. After all, she’d known quite a few others to do the same, and didn’t pass any judgement, considering she lived in a bar.
The youth stared at his offered hand, before extending her own. “I’m Melita.” The girl shouldered her bags once more, ensuring everything was in its proper place, at his arched eyebrow, confirming the notions with another nod. It made sense. She might have not even mentioned anything about being hungry, had her stomach not rumbled immediately after the suggestion, earning her an eerie smile from Fangorn and a snort from herself. “Sure,” to both, intending to follow.
The youth stared at his offered hand, before extending her own. “I’m Melita.” The girl shouldered her bags once more, ensuring everything was in its proper place, at his arched eyebrow, confirming the notions with another nod. It made sense. She might have not even mentioned anything about being hungry, had her stomach not rumbled immediately after the suggestion, earning her an eerie smile from Fangorn and a snort from herself. “Sure,” to both, intending to follow.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
