you must burn brighter than ever
She’d give credit to Fangorn’s rabble-rousing, rescue efforts, and to those that responded to the little gourd’s pleas. While she growled and hissed at herself, pulling and grabbing at whatever she could, her uncle and Ronin managed to snag, snatch her out of the sand. “Thank you,” she obliged to both – until of course, Sunjata’s shifted from now left him in the quagmire. “Honestly,” she laughed. “Do you want to shift and we can try to tug you out?” Would it be easier without his nyala form? She imagined it’d be less weight, less bulk, and her hands, grasp, intended to enclose, and grounded stance along the earth offered whatever he’d require. Then hopefully they’d be able to move on and accomplish their task, instead of being bogged down by the trials and tribulations around their feet.
Melita
