there's always a glimmer in those
The honeybee girl waved to Amalia, and beckoned closer to Lily as she approached (content to see the woman again – what had they all been doing with their lives lately?), but didn’t have a clue as to what was going on, no justifiable answer. “I have no idea.” Before she could process or intrigue further, the show seemed to begin, and for once she rendered herself into silence, eyes widening to be captivated, enthralled, and ensorcelled with the process.
It was an eerie, enigmatic sort of show, but Melita was content to be granted and given some other accord of legends behind Ludo and Mort. The effects of the bonfire were intriguing too, and were she younger she might have clapped in the wonder of it all. Instead, she listened, as if this was like all of her mother’s stories of the Dragon’s Throat, a peek, a glimpse, into portions of the past, into rivulets of the present, into currents of the future. She hadn’t heard of taking on Ludo’s guise though, perhaps like the most recent event they had in Torchline, and her brows furrowed in concentration, in what all of this would mean.
Or what she would have to do. “Trick or treat, I suppose?” She whispered toLily, uncertain, pulling her cloak tighter over her shoulders, shrugging, before disappearing, thoughts over what she’d prepare.
It was an eerie, enigmatic sort of show, but Melita was content to be granted and given some other accord of legends behind Ludo and Mort. The effects of the bonfire were intriguing too, and were she younger she might have clapped in the wonder of it all. Instead, she listened, as if this was like all of her mother’s stories of the Dragon’s Throat, a peek, a glimpse, into portions of the past, into rivulets of the present, into currents of the future. She hadn’t heard of taking on Ludo’s guise though, perhaps like the most recent event they had in Torchline, and her brows furrowed in concentration, in what all of this would mean.
Or what she would have to do. “Trick or treat, I suppose?” She whispered to
who have been through the dark
MELITA