Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The girl hadn’t expected vocals coming from the water, incapable of comprehending just how long he’d been there, and the simultaneous jump along her skin made her laugh and shake her head thereafter; foolish for not perceiving her surroundings better. She raised her head, her frame, from its bent position near Fangorn, turning her cranium over her shoulder to regard the individual lingering amongst the surf.
Melita recognized the form at once, Zephele, of the smuggling variety. In some bizarre facets and speculations, she thought him familiar in other ways; a comforting existence despite the trivialties behind their occupations, but the youth couldn’t quite figure out how or why. So instead of furrowing her brow and contemplating it for far longer than necessary, she inclined towards the man submerged, tiptoeing along the sand. “I can try.” A wild, nefarious, wolfish smile sprung along her lips, one of those untamed little things that sunk into her blood. “What do you want to do?”
Melita recognized the form at once, Zephele, of the smuggling variety. In some bizarre facets and speculations, she thought him familiar in other ways; a comforting existence despite the trivialties behind their occupations, but the youth couldn’t quite figure out how or why. So instead of furrowing her brow and contemplating it for far longer than necessary, she inclined towards the man submerged, tiptoeing along the sand. “I can try.” A wild, nefarious, wolfish smile sprung along her lips, one of those untamed little things that sunk into her blood. “What do you want to do?”
Melita
