there's always a glimmer in those
The kindness and compassion between companions had been a rarity for Fangorn; mostly because he was seen as either a nuisance due to his brethren, bizarre, odd, or not overly threatening. But Aidon was sweet, and that was all the little gourd needed to befriend the dragon. No one attacking him. No one maiming him. No one hunting him down. So he rolled along under the table, and tried to do the same with Melita – maybe some begging, maybe some more food, the vines snaking, outstretched, towards the edge of the table. She huffed one little sigh, but offered some fruit, and then the pumpkin shifted underneath, and extended his newfound rations to the dragon as well.
As far as targets went, Melita hid her disappointment at not being able to construct some misshapen hovel of a tower, or some tiny, pathetic shrub. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d used real, proper ones, considering most of her practice came at the hands of rocks, trees, and then animals and adversaries; survival had meant something else in the Rift. “Oh, that would be fun!” Perhaps it could be a whirlwind of experience for her too. Fiddling away at a slice of cheese, she shrugged her shoulders. “Supposedly mid-season.” She wouldn’t want to miss the Festival.
As far as targets went, Melita hid her disappointment at not being able to construct some misshapen hovel of a tower, or some tiny, pathetic shrub. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d used real, proper ones, considering most of her practice came at the hands of rocks, trees, and then animals and adversaries; survival had meant something else in the Rift. “Oh, that would be fun!” Perhaps it could be a whirlwind of experience for her too. Fiddling away at a slice of cheese, she shrugged her shoulders. “Supposedly mid-season.” She wouldn’t want to miss the Festival.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
