MELITA
She’d brought some vials in her bag too, just in case there were any others not hailing to the Voice’s call. Perhaps they’d have some benefit in being left with Vai too, considering their healing potency – maybe it had some prowess in affecting others with various diseases. Just…not the Ascended.“Suspicious, really.” The youth nodded in agreement – was this some little cosmic stunt? A way to showcase her abilities, to instill trust in some semblance of a population that had long since lost it? It felt like some game, with mortal lives on the line. Why would she care about any of the ones not amidst her altered, changed race? A question for another, most likely, and she heralded the notions in the back of her mind, for another day.
Oh – he’d committed the actions when he was ill, which made slightly more sense, now that she understood more than just a mere part of the picture. Melita hadn’t been capable of imagining the apprehensive man standing beside Wessex in a political challenge; but that he’d do the same thing now intrigued her. Perhaps he had more gumption, more zeal, more mettle, than she’d ever given him credit for. “She used to care about the entire Hollowed Grounds.” But that had been years ago, when they didn’t have many other options for spreading their wings. “I don’t know about now though.” Not with potency, not with power, not with airs of allegiance segmented solely on one thing. “You can always move. If you don’t feel safe.” Her eyes cast to him briefly, wondering, pondering, if he’d maneuver away from that world.
But then the flower grasped her full attention, face leering and leaning over it, mesmerized, admiring, the slight, subtle confirmation all she required. Her hands reached forward, gently, softly, to pluck the stem straight out of the ground, holding it close, tender and light. “What do we do with it now?”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
