you must burn brighter than ever
For all her impulse and emboldened tendencies, Melita could be a good listener when necessary. Even as she searched through the water, piecing over portions here and there, her head remained tilted, attention divided between Paige and the intricacies of the warm depths. She’d heard varied opinions on Stormbreak – Seren had said it was cold, even with all the heart and mind of the Old Gods hastened there. “I heard about things like that too,” she surmised, frowning slightly at the notions of the Abandoned still not being accepted there either. “It’s not a nice word for so many people that help us. You’re right.” Beings like Milo, capable of lending a hand with healing gestures or other abilities; and all because that’s where the Voice had started. It didn’t mean anyone else would do the same. Altering the subject line a little, especially with the notions of friends, she asked with a gentler air. “What do all of you do for fun?” Perhaps there was a hidden, rallying nature to the world she’d yet to hear.
She’d done her job in tempting Paige to the Greatwood at least, and there was a light laugh settled in there. “I think so.” Plenty for both Milo and Nate, considering the layers necessary. “What about you?”
She’d done her job in tempting Paige to the Greatwood at least, and there was a light laugh settled in there. “I think so.” Plenty for both Milo and Nate, considering the layers necessary. “What about you?”
Melita
