you must burn brighter than ever
A sigh rambled through her as the empanadas vanished – turning tail, heeding her warnings or staring as the arrow came barreling towards them. But it’d been enough. With the silly battle waning, Melita took care of her bow, ensuring it was back in the bracelet, and meandered her way through the sand, back to Oliver and the seal.
From there, she could settle and crouch, tilt her head, figure out the progress and processes made. “The empanadas are gone,” she announced her presence and perseverance by way of explanation, Fangorn coming to angle in along her ankles, grumbling low. From there, she jutted her chin towards the creature, arms going around her knees. “How’s it doing?” If need be she could probably fetch more water – though nothing from the sea would quench its thirst.
From there, she could settle and crouch, tilt her head, figure out the progress and processes made. “The empanadas are gone,” she announced her presence and perseverance by way of explanation, Fangorn coming to angle in along her ankles, grumbling low. From there, she jutted her chin towards the creature, arms going around her knees. “How’s it doing?” If need be she could probably fetch more water – though nothing from the sea would quench its thirst.
Melita
