there's always a glimmer in those
Melita marched down to the beach, missing the entire dramatic spectacle (might’ve caught a glimpse of goose feathers in the twilight sky), but any notion of worry or trepidation had long since left her. While Fangorn wandered at her side, distracted by the mystical lights and the games openly played beyond shores and sand, the youth’s hands were full. Both palms held lanterns – one for Coffee, one for Apricum – melded and molded together to resemble portions of the now-gone companions (wood blackened, stripped a little by fire for the dragonling, bare-bones, skeletal birch branches made to look like Apricum’s structure).
It might’ve been the slowest she’d ever walked, careful and precise, having already lit the candles within the lanterns, permitting them to glow in an eerie sort of ambience as they grew closer and closer. Her eyes went to hordes of lanterns already ready for Adam and Peter, meandering down to those, and ensuring hers laid underneath the other hanging ventures, so they were all together again at last.
It might’ve been the slowest she’d ever walked, careful and precise, having already lit the candles within the lanterns, permitting them to glow in an eerie sort of ambience as they grew closer and closer. Her eyes went to hordes of lanterns already ready for Adam and Peter, meandering down to those, and ensuring hers laid underneath the other hanging ventures, so they were all together again at last.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
