you must burn brighter than ever
Cold, chilling ramparts, sentiments of glacial, frigid contortions curled over the quiver, and she watched, eyes widening, eager, fervent, awe-inspired as the arrows and their armaments transpired through the void. Like ivory, like ice, they sheered and shown, the billowing of rime. Her fingers went to touch, and it was a shock to the system, to her skin, enough to make the glowing smile turn even more generous, reverent. “Thank you so much!” And she meant it, every sense of the words – turning, twisting along the air, the quiver back across her shoulders, fervent to be shared and shattered against future, foretold cretins. Fangorn followed, and they basked against the coast and the brine, footfalls in sand and surf.
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Melita
