MELITA
It’d been uttered to be a warning and nothing more: the gods of Helovia could be fundamentally different from the ones here. But she wanted him to hear about what any deity, cosmic being, or omniscient presence was capable of. The essence of a free reign might’ve been superfluous; will and mettle and grit not the same beneath the wake of an all-powerful legion. Manipulation could come naturally to any of them under a deity’s spell – yearning to be loved and liked and inspired by something of great, grand creation. Experience had told her to be careful, a witness to the end of beloved people and places, from the scourges of deceitful, lying, false pedestals.Perhaps she’d be entirely mistaken, and there was nothing to fear for Sunjata. Maybe he’d be favored for something else in his repertoire, and there’d be nothing wrong. Nothing dastardly. Nothing but beauty and virtue from the lady Safrin, and all would be well.
She could cross her fingers and hope for the best, while she sailed across the sea. “Of course.” Her smile was tight and forced. “What are your daggers going to do?” What magical effects, when the goddess of the stars was done with them?
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
