there's always a glimmer in those
This wasn’t the first time she’d awakened within the branches of a tree. It’d been a place of safety and security many moments over; a sanctuary from those who would never dare to look up – either monster or human or both. It’d been a place to survey the world around her, to gauge dimensions, to seize opportunities, to hurl weapons and armaments and insults.
A place now, of confusion.
Her gilded gaze caught sight of the world around her, somewhat unrecognizable and familiar all at once. A shrug of her shoulders rippled, legs dangling over the side, catching her bearings when and where she could. There were others moving about, in other denizens of this terrain, and she blinked rapidly, once or twice, before the twitch of something else caught her. Snared her. Trapped her.
Something she wanted. Something she craved.
And the only way was up.
The honeybee had no shifts, no magic, but gods, that’d never stopped her before. Used to the cycle of climbing and clambering, the girl’s hands rested on the trunk, before pushing off with her legs, before reaching with her hands, intending to scale, to snag, to catch.
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Melita climbs!
A place now, of confusion.
Her gilded gaze caught sight of the world around her, somewhat unrecognizable and familiar all at once. A shrug of her shoulders rippled, legs dangling over the side, catching her bearings when and where she could. There were others moving about, in other denizens of this terrain, and she blinked rapidly, once or twice, before the twitch of something else caught her. Snared her. Trapped her.
Something she wanted. Something she craved.
And the only way was up.
The honeybee had no shifts, no magic, but gods, that’d never stopped her before. Used to the cycle of climbing and clambering, the girl’s hands rested on the trunk, before pushing off with her legs, before reaching with her hands, intending to scale, to snag, to catch.
--
Melita climbs!
who have been through the dark
MELITA
