Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Melita, eternally available to collaborate or work, didn’t hesitate to assist Hadama – considering how many times the merman had done the same for her. She just didn’t really contemplate, fathom, or understand just how this venture was going to kick off. But she figured a pair of hands would be enough.
Skipping along, and sizing up the stores, the rib bones, the supplies, and then her gaze hovered briefly to the water itself (she could remember a time, as a little imp with her sister and best friend, all of them pressing their noses against a tunnel of glass, below and beneath waves – but those had been made and christened by gods). Presuming others had far better ideas and implications of how this was all going to go, she rallied forth. “Here to help!” And then she tilted her head, listening to the exchange of words and supports.
Skipping along, and sizing up the stores, the rib bones, the supplies, and then her gaze hovered briefly to the water itself (she could remember a time, as a little imp with her sister and best friend, all of them pressing their noses against a tunnel of glass, below and beneath waves – but those had been made and christened by gods). Presuming others had far better ideas and implications of how this was all going to go, she rallied forth. “Here to help!” And then she tilted her head, listening to the exchange of words and supports.
Melita
