Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Something sounding like Nate’s old self seemed to come back to fruition on the drawn intake of laughter; and she breathed a little easier, approaching the portal designations with a renewed pace, a resurgence of rebellion. Things that could be conquered and overrun by sheer determination, power, and will, and the world wouldn’t stop her, wouldn’t cease her movements, wouldn’t make her cease until a final heartbeat pulsed in her chest. “Good. I’m looking forward to it.” Their wedding; something that sounded normal, something to replace the bizarre nuptials of Phoebe and Sunjata, of other ties and bonds needing to be severed. She said nothing of the ghostly, pale woman, who’d done naught but linger, branching along the hums and songs they seemed to coordinate together.
She tilted her head to listen to his story, watching Fangorn’s lantern light casting glows around vaguely familiar sights. Pied Pipers and pied clothes and nothing actually with pies made her nose wrinkle in confusion, but she waited, wondering if there’d be an explanation to it later on in the tale. A town with rat problems, with some infestation, and a man wanting to be paid for his work. Compensation. Understandable. The youth nodded, still holding his hand when he hesitated along the threshold of the portal, where her gourd waited, where home presided. But they couldn’t go without finishing the myth, and so she smiled again, an encouraging one. “He was paid? The rats came back?” The firecracker youth couldn’t be quite certain with these sorts, pondering if there was a life lesson embedded in them, or some cruel twist of fate.
She tilted her head to listen to his story, watching Fangorn’s lantern light casting glows around vaguely familiar sights. Pied Pipers and pied clothes and nothing actually with pies made her nose wrinkle in confusion, but she waited, wondering if there’d be an explanation to it later on in the tale. A town with rat problems, with some infestation, and a man wanting to be paid for his work. Compensation. Understandable. The youth nodded, still holding his hand when he hesitated along the threshold of the portal, where her gourd waited, where home presided. But they couldn’t go without finishing the myth, and so she smiled again, an encouraging one. “He was paid? The rats came back?” The firecracker youth couldn’t be quite certain with these sorts, pondering if there was a life lesson embedded in them, or some cruel twist of fate.
Melita
