watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
Bolstering over the wayward properties of melancholy and rancor, the youth’s merriment, exuberance, and exhilaration, at having Vai back, there, flesh and whole and tangible, flourished all over again. Between the winsome gulps of sea-salt air, the sands and dunes curled beside embankments, and the promises of better days on the horizon, the girl couldn’t be rattled, addled, away from the paramount fixtures – not now, not when everything so close and wonderful. She danced and sprung and led, much like gangly yearlings, eager and ready to extend themselves into the wilderness. “Just around here…” As if building up the tension and excitement, the roll of glee on her face –
And then sharply pivoting, so they stood before the ship’s magnificent, proud exterior, tall masts, curled sails. “Here she is!” Melita extended her arms for emphasis, once placing Fangorn back down on the wooden decks of the pier. She tilted her head, eager to watch the huntress’s reaction, for some scope of approval. The vessel wasn’t hers, but she did help operate it to the best of her ability, and so some acceptance, notions of striving for satisfactory opinions lingered there, in the sharp inhale of her lungs.
And then sharply pivoting, so they stood before the ship’s magnificent, proud exterior, tall masts, curled sails. “Here she is!” Melita extended her arms for emphasis, once placing Fangorn back down on the wooden decks of the pier. She tilted her head, eager to watch the huntress’s reaction, for some scope of approval. The vessel wasn’t hers, but she did help operate it to the best of her ability, and so some acceptance, notions of striving for satisfactory opinions lingered there, in the sharp inhale of her lungs.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
