[Mini Event] we ain't ever getting older

MELITA

Melita’s only hand in the birthday party shenanigans had been telling Maea she ought to have asked Sunjata first; otherwise she’d been busy in one way or another, preparing for seas, training, or anything else associated with the season. Maea, of course, had perished before any of it had happened.

So when she still received the invitation, there was a heavy weight in her gut, a maelstrom of apprehension, before sighing it away, picking it all apart for later insinuations and discoveries. Her bag, holding her uncle’s gift, was hefted along her shoulder, and once they were ready, Fangorn and Melita set out along the coast once more.

She’d had no hand in organizing it, but she was impressed with its denizens and dimensions. A portion of the surprise though, because she hadn’t given away anything, she’d launched and upheld her portion of the bargain, hidden and tucked the notions in the back of her mind. She was amongst and amidst the crowd when he arrived, yelling the surprise with as much vehemence and fervency, before shaking her head at his insinuations. “You enjoy it.” A shrug of her shoulders, as if it were that simple.

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts