you must burn brighter than ever
While Oliver worked, Melita adhered to the only thing she could really do – watching the outlines of the horizon. Her eyes briefly ghosted and witnessed as he manifested a little ramp for the seal, which would hopefully be effective, when she saw them.
A pod of familiar figures, imploring and curious, nudging towards the surface. Maybe they’d scented the seal, and knew its desperation. Maybe they’d gone too long without mischief. Maybe they simply thought it’d be amusing, and they could maim and maul where there was an easy target. For whatever reason, the youth clenched her jaw, and sighed. “Some empanadas are coming.” Without much of a cue, she drew her bow, and pondered over which arrow would be the most potent to deliver a clear message.
A pod of familiar figures, imploring and curious, nudging towards the surface. Maybe they’d scented the seal, and knew its desperation. Maybe they’d gone too long without mischief. Maybe they simply thought it’d be amusing, and they could maim and maul where there was an easy target. For whatever reason, the youth clenched her jaw, and sighed. “Some empanadas are coming.” Without much of a cue, she drew her bow, and pondered over which arrow would be the most potent to deliver a clear message.
Melita
