but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Quick, indeed. Her limbs swept out into the evening, presuming he could keep up with her swift strides, eyes striving to adjust to the dim darkness. She snagged at a lantern nearby, also occupied with the bauble in her hand, and the other holding onto her staff, just in case. Fangorn served as another being capable of seeing, of witnessing, of warning, and his vines collected and contorted while he leapt and grumbled.
The rush into the evening was made up of more cacophony, more noise. LongNight’s debaucheries, so different towards the one in the Hollowed Grounds, filled the air – a nightlife rampant with song, dance, merriment, drink, and fire hastened, billowed, and beckoned from all around. She wound her way through the crowd, blending in effortlessly after more than a year within their confines, habitual and inclined to weave against the tide, encouraging motion along the sidelines. Communication quite limited in this state, every so often she’d ensure Sunjata was nearby, not distracted, not taken, not wandered off elsewhere, and eventually, they would reach the firling itself.
Not many were around it – perhaps the amusement had died off, or other moments sought and occupied their time. It’d be easy enough – countering no other issues – and her eyes went to the baubles she and Nate had made not a couple evenings before. Several others caught her gaze (she muffled a laugh at one that was definitely a penis), and then placed Sunjata’s beside the rest of the family’s.
The rush into the evening was made up of more cacophony, more noise. LongNight’s debaucheries, so different towards the one in the Hollowed Grounds, filled the air – a nightlife rampant with song, dance, merriment, drink, and fire hastened, billowed, and beckoned from all around. She wound her way through the crowd, blending in effortlessly after more than a year within their confines, habitual and inclined to weave against the tide, encouraging motion along the sidelines. Communication quite limited in this state, every so often she’d ensure Sunjata was nearby, not distracted, not taken, not wandered off elsewhere, and eventually, they would reach the firling itself.
Not many were around it – perhaps the amusement had died off, or other moments sought and occupied their time. It’d be easy enough – countering no other issues – and her eyes went to the baubles she and Nate had made not a couple evenings before. Several others caught her gaze (she muffled a laugh at one that was definitely a penis), and then placed Sunjata’s beside the rest of the family’s.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
