but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Her eyes went back to the posters, to the notations of lands from before. Perhaps he was using methods he felt effective, instigating a cycle, a pattern, for Sunjata to recognize, but no one else. Some other method of contortion and torment. Compositions of a crafty, cunning, ruthless individual – the sooner he was gone and vanquished, the better.
And despite all the warnings she’d just unfurled and pointed out, her uncle still wanted to leave. Her features rendered immediately into a deadpan expression, blinking once or twice, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing – a shake of her head to follow. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Not that such a notion had ever stopped any of them in this particular family. Melita didn’t fear for her own safety; any and all apprehension was reserved for this illogical notion. Her jaw clenched tightly, and once her hand was released, both palms went immediately to her staff, gaze flickering to the door.
It wasn’t the bauble that was important, but the relevance of what laid outside these doors. “Only if we go quickly,” muffled on a sigh, standing, a silent signal sent for Fangorn, who bounded out of the next room immediately thereafter.
And despite all the warnings she’d just unfurled and pointed out, her uncle still wanted to leave. Her features rendered immediately into a deadpan expression, blinking once or twice, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing – a shake of her head to follow. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Not that such a notion had ever stopped any of them in this particular family. Melita didn’t fear for her own safety; any and all apprehension was reserved for this illogical notion. Her jaw clenched tightly, and once her hand was released, both palms went immediately to her staff, gaze flickering to the door.
It wasn’t the bauble that was important, but the relevance of what laid outside these doors. “Only if we go quickly,” muffled on a sigh, standing, a silent signal sent for Fangorn, who bounded out of the next room immediately thereafter.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
