you must burn brighter than ever
Aurelia could be smug all she wanted; Melita probably would be in her place. And while the bees called, a chorus of buzzing, and the dragonflies drifted in their serene, blistering dance, the youth whittled, fingers working through accustomed maneuvers – occasionally grasping hold of a gilded, yellow flower, placing the petals within, wrapping and chording amongst themselves. Eventually she had a carefully woven blend, full of lavender and rosy hues, embossed and embedded by the fringes and flanks of gold.
Her head tilted though, listening ears and watchful eyes, rendered speechless by notions of the woman named Mildew. The world drawn into her. Connections with life, with animals, with creation, something awe-inspiring, something compelling, “Cool,” she uttered, obviously meaning in with the quiet way her jaw dropped, hanging onto every word.
And then the fortune itself caused her to laugh – a piece of the portion she was working upon snapping off at the movement and force of her chuckle. “Unimaginable horrors!” The honeybee emphasized with a shake of her hands off into the air; the meager crown following in her wake. As if no one else had ever faced them before. “Isn’t that just customary for Caido?” The longer one was here, the more shit they were likely to get into. Hopefully that statement alone staved off the way the starwhale mission had gone. “Of course you could be a hero,” she supplied in return, in earnest, crisp veracity. “I could’ve told you that. No need for seeking out witches.” A Cheshire grin followed, and then her eyes ducked down again, hands plucking at the stem she’d broken.
“And what does that mean,” she wondered out loud, given Sunjata’s pending circumstances, “doing Safrin’s work?”
Her head tilted though, listening ears and watchful eyes, rendered speechless by notions of the woman named Mildew. The world drawn into her. Connections with life, with animals, with creation, something awe-inspiring, something compelling, “Cool,” she uttered, obviously meaning in with the quiet way her jaw dropped, hanging onto every word.
And then the fortune itself caused her to laugh – a piece of the portion she was working upon snapping off at the movement and force of her chuckle. “Unimaginable horrors!” The honeybee emphasized with a shake of her hands off into the air; the meager crown following in her wake. As if no one else had ever faced them before. “Isn’t that just customary for Caido?” The longer one was here, the more shit they were likely to get into. Hopefully that statement alone staved off the way the starwhale mission had gone. “Of course you could be a hero,” she supplied in return, in earnest, crisp veracity. “I could’ve told you that. No need for seeking out witches.” A Cheshire grin followed, and then her eyes ducked down again, hands plucking at the stem she’d broken.
“And what does that mean,” she wondered out loud, given Sunjata’s pending circumstances, “doing Safrin’s work?”
Melita
