MELITA
“It stays,” she nodded, momentarily solemn, before bursting into laughter. Not theirs to cherish much longer, gone back into the waves and current, settled in and amongst the shrine’s statue, until she could bask in the tides again, when the sun had stretched and lifted its beams, basked them all in light once more. Not much longer; and then they could breathe a little easier. For more than one reason.Together they tied and secured the bone, left it to the murky abyss, to the swell of lantern abyss flickering from the port, the incendiary reaches from the bonfires along shore. When she’d done enough sailor’s knots to presume it’d be fine, her hands released the filaments, watched as they remained tethered, anchored, to the effigy. She was quiet at Aurelia’s inquiry, brows furrowing, contemplating their efforts. “The heralds aren’t here during LongNight...but maybe Ludo would appreciate it all the same.” It sounded like something along Safrin's preferences, but it likely wouldn't do any harm, regardless. A finger went to stroke at the feet, at the knolls, at the intricate, worldly, ethereal metal fashioned by so many so long ago. “Thank you for being willing to watch over us,” she murmured, low and pondering – there would be more acknowledgments, more thanks to come in the upcoming days, when promises and convictions could be truly sung.
Then she stepped aside, shifting along the ebb and flow, permitting Aurelia an opportunity, if she so wished, to do the same.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
