but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
The promise of training drew more excitement and ebullience, savage little curls of vitriol in her blood, humming underneath her breath at the notion of more practice and precision with swords. Always eager, rapt, and fervent to learn, to acquaint herself with more penchants for vehemence, violence, protection, and strength. “Sure!” The response was bright and chipper, a blaze of convictions. Might had always gone a long way for her, and she intended for it to continue persevering, no matter where she ended up.
When his voice dropped to a whisper, she ceased shifting through her bag, closing it shut when everything seemed to become conspiring, arching a brow in similar display. “I’m not sure anyone’s found it yet. But they’ve had some hunting for it.” She shrugged; not interested in that semblance of treasure, when she had no need of it. Though, it sounded as though he was likely of the enchanted contortions, based on his reaction. “You must have magic, then?”
When his voice dropped to a whisper, she ceased shifting through her bag, closing it shut when everything seemed to become conspiring, arching a brow in similar display. “I’m not sure anyone’s found it yet. But they’ve had some hunting for it.” She shrugged; not interested in that semblance of treasure, when she had no need of it. Though, it sounded as though he was likely of the enchanted contortions, based on his reaction. “You must have magic, then?”
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
