watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
Melita always had to remember that this wasn’t supposed to be a solemn occasion. A way to forge onward, to recall the lives of those lost, but not be burdened with the depths of such despair.
Still, she held her sister’s lantern firmly, knowing she couldn’t come here. Placing it along the hooks as she’d done so many times in years past, humming one of their favored songs under her breath. Her mother’s followed suit too, in accordance with a light smile and a heart striving not to be too heavy, newly wrapped in some herbs she’d fetched from the Oerwoud, and Clementine’s given touches of fragrant fruit.
Then her eyes lifted, nods and waves given to those she knew or anyone else nearby. A part of her wondered, just vaguely, if this was to be something like the last – if spirits would do more than just descend for a moment. If they’d return again, summoned by the Voice.
If the last thought bothered her, she didn’t show it – just intertwined more plaited flowers on her family’s lights and lanterns again.
Still, she held her sister’s lantern firmly, knowing she couldn’t come here. Placing it along the hooks as she’d done so many times in years past, humming one of their favored songs under her breath. Her mother’s followed suit too, in accordance with a light smile and a heart striving not to be too heavy, newly wrapped in some herbs she’d fetched from the Oerwoud, and Clementine’s given touches of fragrant fruit.
Then her eyes lifted, nods and waves given to those she knew or anyone else nearby. A part of her wondered, just vaguely, if this was to be something like the last – if spirits would do more than just descend for a moment. If they’d return again, summoned by the Voice.
If the last thought bothered her, she didn’t show it – just intertwined more plaited flowers on her family’s lights and lanterns again.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
