there's always a glimmer in those
While Fangorn paraded around with the small honeycomb piece as if it were a prize, Melita adhered to her task once again. Grabbing hold of the spatula, and ensuring Maeve was in place where she wouldn’t be in pain, the youth scraped away, content with the movements now. They were mindless, carefree, not requiring any modicum of thought, weaving steadily into muscle memory; much like her weaponry and armaments.
So she applied herself readily, waiting until Maeve told her to stop, before moving onto the next one. But something about the silence stifled, and while she wanted it beforehand, now she required some modicum of echoes and reverberations through the kitchen. “Have you explored much of the Wilds lately?” Nosy, curious, yearning to hear more about places she’d yet to set foot within.
So she applied herself readily, waiting until Maeve told her to stop, before moving onto the next one. But something about the silence stifled, and while she wanted it beforehand, now she required some modicum of echoes and reverberations through the kitchen. “Have you explored much of the Wilds lately?” Nosy, curious, yearning to hear more about places she’d yet to set foot within.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
