MELITA
She made no mention of how she thought this entire scenario was utterly absurd, stupid, and ridiculous. Mostly it was out of fear for him - the uncertainty and experience warring over any good that might come of his arrangement with Safrin. Perhaps her consternation would be for nothing at all – and she could hope he wouldn’t manage to find himself in some ignorant predicament. His try wasn’t all that grand to start with either; more than once he’d landed himself into hot water without much of a thought or care in the world. It could be Korofian blood, or it could be pure idiocy, and the sigh clicking behind her teeth said as much. Time for a new topic then, before she found her rage blistering her hands.
She half-tilted her head, inclining it around, surveying their surroundings with subtle shifts and turns, as if conspiring, mulling away possibilities. An innocent air pervaded her essence like a halo, when they both knew it’d been a long time since she’d worn one. “Need anything for the wedding? I can try and find you something while I’m gone.” On some trips with business ventures, new life, new lands, sails on the sea, on the tides, on the waves and currents of change.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
