MELITA
Well, this interaction had already gone leaps and bounds better than Umbra’s initial sieges, so the youth breathed a little easier, waited when there was no impending storm. Aidon, to his credit, even if he could be seen from yards away, was gentle and kind, acknowledging Fangorn as well. The vampire gourd grumbled and keened, something that sounded encouraging, then turned to leap and bound, making little impressions in the sands. Perhaps the dragon was meant to follow? Or play? Melita arched a brow, but made no move to interfere; there’d been no need.Once she let go of her protective guard, the youth could turn her attention back to Maeve. Intriguing, really, to yearn for something in a world of color, to grab hold of darker filaments, like voids and evening skies, rather than go for something more eye-catching. The honeybee considered it in her mind, and then shrugged her shoulders, taking the explanation for what it was worth. Like hollows. Like vessels.
Aidon’s approach, quickly at her side, was another surprise – and her eyes widened briefly, before watching him dig, mimicking her movements and motions. At the offering, the lithe smuggler’s features softened, grateful, in the beam of her smile. “May I see what you found?” Her palm turned over, was held open, curious and inquisitive. Only thereafter did she alter her tones to Maeve. “Sure.” For Melita loved childish things – no matter the time, the day, or the hour.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
