but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
So much for that then – incapable of parsing out any other further information about the cannons. Her patience would likely drawn thin, and she wouldn’t have much else for choices except to wait. Her head tilted at the notion, the sanction of jobs, no one required to be a jack-of-all-trades – fitting into their accustomed roles. So she’d have to do the same. Perhaps it was different from the Grounds in that way; half the time people attempted to force and barge their way in (herself included) where others could’ve done far better. Something to ponder – and she nodded her acceptance at the rumination, sorting and storing it within her mind. Thereafter though, she wasn’t certain what else to do. “Is there anything else I need to know?” About the ship? The crew?
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
