but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Melita was mildly perplexed by the statement that he didn’t do much sailing – thinking to make a gesture towards the ship they were on, but didn’t bother. Perhaps she was missing something. So she shrugged in turn, a mild snicker bordering on her mouth. “Does it help you with making soup then?”
She followed along at the rumination and subject of cannons though, dropping off her bag, grabbing hold of Fangorn, and then making the same path as Saiden. While he obviously had it down by rote, she didn’t, and committed each step, each motion, to memory, key details and notations in the back of her mind. The girl made an audible gasp when they came upon the cannons though, larger than she’d imagined, weaponry the likes she’d never seen. She shuffled to them quietly, as if it were a reverential place, reaching out to pat one gently. “Very nice. How do you use them?”
She followed along at the rumination and subject of cannons though, dropping off her bag, grabbing hold of Fangorn, and then making the same path as Saiden. While he obviously had it down by rote, she didn’t, and committed each step, each motion, to memory, key details and notations in the back of her mind. The girl made an audible gasp when they came upon the cannons though, larger than she’d imagined, weaponry the likes she’d never seen. She shuffled to them quietly, as if it were a reverential place, reaching out to pat one gently. “Very nice. How do you use them?”
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
