MELITA
Melita hadn’t expected the enthusiastic response, the obvious yes contorting through the water’s movements. She straightened up immediately, brushing some of the dirt off her dress, and hastened in rapid formation. “Be right back then!” Fangorn was left with the mermaid, and he eyed her warily, before dangling his vines in a waving fashion, as if they were part of the maneuvering tides.Meanwhile, the honeybee searched the market square for a suitable amount of paper goods; presuming it wouldn’t last long without some waterproofing, but shrugged, as if the notion might not matter for the short, mercurial circumstances. Eventually she wound up with some poster-sized adornments and a generous charcoal pencil, reeling back towards the individual settled within the canal. She handed them off to her, confused, but expectant. “There you go!” And for what would be communicated thereafter, the youth was entirely unsure, but made herself known and present all the more, settling down once again upon the canal fringes.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
