you must burn brighter than ever
Off the ship and onto land – a successful voyage – encouraged Melita to anoint the world with springs in her step that she’d forgotten existed. Over the bounty of what she left behind, the girl’s bare feet traipsed along the King’s End, over fertile, beautiful, awe-inspiring grounds, enough to settle something deep inside her and allow it to bloom amongst the wildflowers. She couldn’t reason why Jack would want to sail here – because this world was beautiful, and he was a dickwad – but she was grateful for the moment, in between the stone benches and the petal soft fronds, decadent and sweet and wonderful, to simply have these instances. To have this grace. To have this beauty.
And she bound and leapt after Aurelia with fervor and relish, an energetic savoring of what the world had to offer, stopping only briefly to gather some flowers in her hands, the stems already blazing a notion in the back of her mind. Even if Aurelia was quiet and subdued, the honeybee was not, scattering a few birds here and there as she hastened and rushed forward. “This is AMAZING!” Vibrant and wild, Fangorn struggled to keep up with his companion, and her limber legs coiled and bunched amongst the colorful array, several different hues already flocking to her arms.
Only when Aurelia ceased did she, pulling up alongside her fellow smuggler, staring out over the garden. “My family would’ve loved it here.” Not Sunjata (who she figured would be too busy making some stupid decision to appreciate the view), but her mother, her sister.
And she bound and leapt after Aurelia with fervor and relish, an energetic savoring of what the world had to offer, stopping only briefly to gather some flowers in her hands, the stems already blazing a notion in the back of her mind. Even if Aurelia was quiet and subdued, the honeybee was not, scattering a few birds here and there as she hastened and rushed forward. “This is AMAZING!” Vibrant and wild, Fangorn struggled to keep up with his companion, and her limber legs coiled and bunched amongst the colorful array, several different hues already flocking to her arms.
Only when Aurelia ceased did she, pulling up alongside her fellow smuggler, staring out over the garden. “My family would’ve loved it here.” Not Sunjata (who she figured would be too busy making some stupid decision to appreciate the view), but her mother, her sister.
Melita
