you must burn brighter than ever
Melita smiled fondly at memories of the party – ridiculous and wonderful. And to be blessed such as Paige, with a whole wide world to see. “You will though,” and she winked. “There’s so many great ones.” With airs of mystery and awe, with delicate features, with grand spectacles. She ceased her modest musing for a moment to place another stone, gazing at it back and forth, then figuring on a different segment and scrapping the decision entirely. The resin was wiped away, and she began again, going for patience and diligence (not customary, in her experience).
Fangorn responded to Paige’s bracelet with his regular grumbling and growling, vines waving in the air. Maybe it meant the bangle was sufficient. Maybe it was just regular excitement. It was difficult to tell, and it made the honeybee snort inwardly. Her own gaze drifted over it, conducting another smile. “That’s lovely.” Her finger pressed against one of the stones on the rendered spyglass, and then she held it up for the younger girl to see. “I feel like it’s missing something.” A way of her own sentiments and ruminations into what do you think without the same echo.
Fangorn responded to Paige’s bracelet with his regular grumbling and growling, vines waving in the air. Maybe it meant the bangle was sufficient. Maybe it was just regular excitement. It was difficult to tell, and it made the honeybee snort inwardly. Her own gaze drifted over it, conducting another smile. “That’s lovely.” Her finger pressed against one of the stones on the rendered spyglass, and then she held it up for the younger girl to see. “I feel like it’s missing something.” A way of her own sentiments and ruminations into what do you think without the same echo.
Melita
