watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
The Ark truly was a sight to behold, and the youth stared at it in all its wondrous glory. She couldn’t take any credit for its existence, presence, or circumstances, but perhaps one day she’d be worthy of the vessel, as they rolled out across the ocean, the swell, the surf. The youth waved merrily, exuberantly all the more, to those still on deck, and then turned back to the huntress.
Adventure; Melita had certainly snagged her share and intended to hunt for more, incredulous and avaricious, tempted and enticed; half the reason she’d decided to embark into this occupation in the first place. Her promise emboldened all over again, convictions in mercurial, capricious pursuits, mischief lingering in the depths of her grin. “I will!” Then she hummed again, shifting her face to the wind, to the sea breeze marking the shores. “You make sure to have adventures too.” Nothing stopping, nothing ceasing, the world in their grasp, something for their making.
Adventure; Melita had certainly snagged her share and intended to hunt for more, incredulous and avaricious, tempted and enticed; half the reason she’d decided to embark into this occupation in the first place. Her promise emboldened all over again, convictions in mercurial, capricious pursuits, mischief lingering in the depths of her grin. “I will!” Then she hummed again, shifting her face to the wind, to the sea breeze marking the shores. “You make sure to have adventures too.” Nothing stopping, nothing ceasing, the world in their grasp, something for their making.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
