MELITA
Drunken exploits and bonfires on the beaches could be all the more interesting – but if Aurelia yearned to assist in the weight, mire, and collection of whale bones meant to shift along the shrines, then she was more than welcome. It sounded as if the long evening had been encompassed for the purpose of amusements in the entanglements anyway. And while Fangorn could hasten a beat, and Melita’s mother and sister had a way with melodious, singing tones, the youth hadn’t inherited such wealth. Instead, her measures of tunes fluctuated between screeching, caterwauling, and some howling measure; intonations neither sublime nor siren-enticing. The stanzas often kept local wildlife away. Which was why she was often taken into hums, capable of corresponding with her family’s lilting arias and strains, without completely undermining them with her tone deaf vocals.
But since Aurelia had yet to complain, and she hadn’t caught her companion’s wince, she carried on while they hastened and dragged. She wasn’t tipsy or plied with alcohol, and there was hardly any other excuse for continuing, save for laughter in between their bursting layers. “Man the stout capsn’n an’ heave with a will, way, hay, roll an’ go,” a pause as she lifted a little higher, the shallows rising along their hips. “Soon we’ll be drivin’ her ‘way down the hill, to be rollicking randy, dandy-o!”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
