every time she burns to ashes
“Okay.” A quick acquiescence, and the bizarre nature of his statement noted. Would she be able to slip water into something, and have him incapable of noticing? She released him for a moment, off to search for other beverages, still close at hand if he required anything else, if another threat loomed in his mind, if the world kept churning and burning at both ends. In the end, she really only found some beer, and frowning slightly, she poured some in a glass – enough perhaps to quench his thirst, and not cause some other predicaments. Would it ease his addled skull, or make everything worse? Melita choked down a sigh, lost in the calamity, helpless to its capricious methods. Just like the rest of them.
Fangorn readily took to the made nest, but his vines were busy too, grasping at things no other creature might be able to sense, to take with him when they went venturing into the unknown again, to seek out the Ascended, to ensure this journey didn’t end up like so many others (broken, whittled, deprived).
The youth slid back to her uncle, placing the resin down. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you my sea stories. Would you like to hear one?” Uncertain if they’d be anything he wanted to hear at the moment – given the nature of her disastrous adventures.
Fangorn readily took to the made nest, but his vines were busy too, grasping at things no other creature might be able to sense, to take with him when they went venturing into the unknown again, to seek out the Ascended, to ensure this journey didn’t end up like so many others (broken, whittled, deprived).
The youth slid back to her uncle, placing the resin down. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you my sea stories. Would you like to hear one?” Uncertain if they’d be anything he wanted to hear at the moment – given the nature of her disastrous adventures.
she knows how to rise again
Melita
