knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
There was always something more, beyond the surface level of intertwining relationships, foundations, and the crumbling sanctions around them. Part of her wondered if she should stay – simply because this seemed like an explosion waiting to happen, and part of her knew she had to go merely to stay out of the line of fire. How many petty lines would be drawn? How many more injuries would be forged, while she out at sea, the wind and ocean at their beck and call? The latter was a form of dread and apprehension, afraid of what she might find or discover once she returned – to hear some tumultuous, turbulent tale of everything else falling apart. “Please, just be careful.” They both know better, but the youth could hope some of the phrasing carried weight.
Negotiations with Jack would be interesting regardless, hoping she would persuade it into more of her favor. She sipped more of her tea, giving herself time to think of anything else to say (to persuade in some contortion of control), nodding to indicate she’d inform him of what happened.
The bat was a different story, and a wide grin wrapped around her lips. “Oh, Batholomew has a new bat box!” She grabbed hold of the indicated wooden structure she’d made with some tools and materials from the market. “I’ll put him outside before I go.”
Negotiations with Jack would be interesting regardless, hoping she would persuade it into more of her favor. She sipped more of her tea, giving herself time to think of anything else to say (to persuade in some contortion of control), nodding to indicate she’d inform him of what happened.
The bat was a different story, and a wide grin wrapped around her lips. “Oh, Batholomew has a new bat box!” She grabbed hold of the indicated wooden structure she’d made with some tools and materials from the market. “I’ll put him outside before I go.”
Melita
