but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Nothing untoward occurred; though she waited, the moments and seconds ticking by. With the baubles hung along the boughs, and several shifting stares, there wasn’t much else to do. She didn’t hear of any idle chatter or gossip. The parties were in full swing, bonfires ignited down along the shorelines, and the crowd dissipated down market streets and alleyways, immersed in LongNight traditions that didn’t equate with monsters. There was some sigh of relief imbedded in there, and she grabbed hold of Fangorn, ensuring the gourd was secure in her arms, before they proceeded.
Sunjata seemed to feel the same – though she couldn’t be sure given the incapability of communication – but with him maneuvering back the way they’d come, she nodded, following after. And within the interim, she still listened, for any sign, for any semblance, for any hints of animosity.
Sunjata seemed to feel the same – though she couldn’t be sure given the incapability of communication – but with him maneuvering back the way they’d come, she nodded, following after. And within the interim, she still listened, for any sign, for any semblance, for any hints of animosity.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
