there's always a glimmer in those
The gourd grumbled and hissed, amusements in the convictions of this newfound game. Afraid to toss it directly to the dragon, in case Fangorn lost it, and therefore responsibility for the token as well, it was almost a game of juggling proportions – intentionally whipping it out of the way of claws and fangs, and then racing around the kitchen in leaps and bounds. Not a terror, but somewhere close, and the fact that this was the most logical of the duo between pumpkin and honeybee was probably somewhat of a travesty.
Melita nodded at the insinuations of children out in the Wilds (not speaking of the amount of times she’d gone off as a tiny rugrat, exploring caverns and climbing walls and diving into an Oasis pretending to be a sea monster; as if this was all very normal and not at all stupid or dangerous). It’d be up to Maeve anyway, and so the youth shrugged her shoulders, maneuvering along as jar after jar was filled with the precious liquid; ignoring the sudden pang of hunger rumbling around in her stomach. Perhaps Fangorn would lose his new toy before long anyway.
Her head tilted absentmindedly at the mention of the Feverlands. “Oh.” She’d never sunken into tar pits, never reached down into vast pools of something that could snag and take her down, down, down – only the swamps, while competing with Milo over who could catch frogs. “How did you get out?”
Melita nodded at the insinuations of children out in the Wilds (not speaking of the amount of times she’d gone off as a tiny rugrat, exploring caverns and climbing walls and diving into an Oasis pretending to be a sea monster; as if this was all very normal and not at all stupid or dangerous). It’d be up to Maeve anyway, and so the youth shrugged her shoulders, maneuvering along as jar after jar was filled with the precious liquid; ignoring the sudden pang of hunger rumbling around in her stomach. Perhaps Fangorn would lose his new toy before long anyway.
Her head tilted absentmindedly at the mention of the Feverlands. “Oh.” She’d never sunken into tar pits, never reached down into vast pools of something that could snag and take her down, down, down – only the swamps, while competing with Milo over who could catch frogs. “How did you get out?”
who have been through the dark
MELITA
