you must burn brighter than ever
Melita could be a decent listener when she wasn’t gallivanting straight off into action and danger, and she did so with her token flare for warm smiles and sunshine dispositions. “Mm. Sometimes it is just magic. Or a gift from the gods.” Her eyes went back to the pool; imagining Frey’s capabilities rendering it whole and clear, scattered with the beatific hues simply because they could. Much like the healing springs in the Climb – meant for rendering some level of sanctity, a precious, priceless benefit to the land around them. “Maybe he’d still find it interesting to test though.” Just to see, just to wonder, just to keep discovering little nuances here and there.
Gazing at the little pile forming behind her, she meandered a little further, taking glances and looks at the more gilded, golden filaments. “I’ll be on the lookout then,” and she winked towards Paige – allowing her hands to run along the rim of the water, before sinking into the warm surface. Grabbing hold of a canary yellow stone, she considered it, pondered its arrangement, before adding it to the growing bundle.
Necklaces and bracelets sounded well and fair – especially ones designed with so many cool colors in mind. “I’m sure he’ll like it.” She rounded along, bare feet soft and certain, gliding towards edges once more. “I’m putting some details on a spyglass, and looking for some stones for my uncle. I might try the Crimson Cataract next time too.”
Gazing at the little pile forming behind her, she meandered a little further, taking glances and looks at the more gilded, golden filaments. “I’ll be on the lookout then,” and she winked towards Paige – allowing her hands to run along the rim of the water, before sinking into the warm surface. Grabbing hold of a canary yellow stone, she considered it, pondered its arrangement, before adding it to the growing bundle.
Necklaces and bracelets sounded well and fair – especially ones designed with so many cool colors in mind. “I’m sure he’ll like it.” She rounded along, bare feet soft and certain, gliding towards edges once more. “I’m putting some details on a spyglass, and looking for some stones for my uncle. I might try the Crimson Cataract next time too.”
Melita
