MELITA
She hadn’t considered the alternative, a little too drawn into the impulsivity again, voicing whatever happened to be on her mind. The youth thought about withdrawing the notion entirely, but there were so many questions, inquiries, unraveling into her mind. What would the Old Gods do? She could recall the admissions of Ludo, how it had attempted to send Roana into murdering one of the Ascended, and then grew silent in those roots and thorns. “That’s too bad,” she answered eventually, a quiet whisper on the waves as her toes dug into the warming sand, hands brushing off portions and pieces of dunes from her clothing. “Do you regret your choice?” If he’d had one at all? Were there deeper meanings to it, other livelihoods and capabilities he fostered, rendered, and enjoyed? For while she couldn’t fathom kneeling before a New God’s shrine, others clearly had, for one reason or another.Lighter topics eased amidst transgressions, curiosities, and the swing of inevitably though, and without any foresight or forethought, the youth lifted her foot to show off the anklet residing there. “This!” Adorned with little charms and shells, a fixture of days spent in the Greatwood, before everything seemed to become so dark, dreary, and heavy. “I got it from the wisps! The Naiad was performing, and we got to watch.” She dropped the foot and spun around on the shore, as if she were one of the classic nymphs and fey of the forest. “Then they dropped this in the water near me.” Ceasing her spin, bending down to scratch at Fangorn, who’d waited dutifully on the shore, her eyes lifted back up to Nate, a genuine smile on her features.
Before realizing that he’d never get to experience that either, based on the Fae’s jurisdiction and bans.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
