but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
And so began a series of cycles, pages flipped, explanations honed, the bizarre interplay of ridiculous antics on top of others. Hallucinogens, accompanied by a shitty father, made her scowl increase, her teeth snap shut tightly against one another. Features and faces different, appealing to nothing, and likely no evidence left behind. If the man was as clever as Sunjata figured, then there were other probabilities to consider.
The notation about Vai made her eyes widen, then sharpen, an instant concern and then anger. “Is she okay?” The ire wasn’t for him though, not this time; but for the stupidity of those who’d claimed to be his friends. “You would never attack Vai. They should’ve known better than that.”
She leaned back against the chair, hands drumming against her staff, contemplating. Not one to act with rational airs a majority of the time, the process was more painstaking, labored, curling and coiling in on itself. “What do you want to do? Do we hunt him down? Do we flush him out?”
The notation about Vai made her eyes widen, then sharpen, an instant concern and then anger. “Is she okay?” The ire wasn’t for him though, not this time; but for the stupidity of those who’d claimed to be his friends. “You would never attack Vai. They should’ve known better than that.”
She leaned back against the chair, hands drumming against her staff, contemplating. Not one to act with rational airs a majority of the time, the process was more painstaking, labored, curling and coiling in on itself. “What do you want to do? Do we hunt him down? Do we flush him out?”
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
