but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Steps to follow, to bend, to slide after familiar paths – and then she heard it. Gossip, louder and louder, likely encouraged by drinks and merriment, slinking and slithering along the roadways, foaming from passersby. Sometimes a group, immersed in their slander, appalled by the antics of their Governor. She bent her head and grit her teeth, because they were striving to be unknown, unseen, and if she slipped a punch or a throwdown in the middle of the streets, there’d be more talk. More chatter. More noise, noise, noise, until the cacophony burst and flooded, floored, the void.
Instead, her palms twisted into fists, and Fangorn grumbled from her arms. A warning, a placating, perhaps; her eyes flickering back to Sunjata. “Home,” she whispered, knowing at the very least the dog’s ears would be able to pick up on the subtle nuance, and they wouldn’t have to listen to this anymore. They shouldn't have come out.
He’d heard it. She could see by his stance anyway. No hiding, even within the wares of a world he’d tried to protect and salvage. So she increased her pace, her tempo, ducking her head down amongst the people, mind gnawing away at the discrepancies, at how much could change and alter on a single web of lies.
Instead, her palms twisted into fists, and Fangorn grumbled from her arms. A warning, a placating, perhaps; her eyes flickering back to Sunjata. “Home,” she whispered, knowing at the very least the dog’s ears would be able to pick up on the subtle nuance, and they wouldn’t have to listen to this anymore. They shouldn't have come out.
He’d heard it. She could see by his stance anyway. No hiding, even within the wares of a world he’d tried to protect and salvage. So she increased her pace, her tempo, ducking her head down amongst the people, mind gnawing away at the discrepancies, at how much could change and alter on a single web of lies.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
