[se] wasn't born to be soft and quiet

but there's chaos brewing

underneath my skin

The notion of a date with weapons was nothing more than that to her, and she nodded enthusiastically, tilting her head and forgetting entirely why she was shifting through her bag in the first place, listening to the notions of magic. Those that would kill to get their hands on something powerful, to amplify the enchantments, and the youth wondered briefly if she’d said the right thing, if she’d let go of information too willingly. Perhaps Saiden would be like so many others, wandering down into the depths of the unknown, greedy and avaricious, never to return. She probably would’ve been the same way, if there was anything to coax her with more power, more precision, more might, more strength – but the girl simply adhered to her own.

“I don’t have anything.” Except the ability to summon heralds, which she’d keep quiet and to herself. “What kinds of magic? I’ve seen quite a few.”

trying to hold in the storm

instead of making waves

MELITA