Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Melita would never discount a lack of ghost whales, even though she’d worked hard to achieve that damned charm. Perhaps it’d all work out in the end anyway – considering the way the Ark could now take flight, sailing out along airways instead of down into the dregs of the sea.
She left the notion of anything else threatening within the sky to meander off her trail of thoughts.
Taking up residence besides Seven as she pawed at the water, and ignoring the ones she’d currently been stalking, she lowered herself into another makeshift crouch. “Good work,” she whispered to the cat, as if the reflected constellations could hear her approach, and they had to remain stealthy. Her basket eventually took a swipe, not dissimilar to the feline’s actions, offering a feral grin in exchange as they ‘caught’ the cluster.
The words thereafter surprised her – eyes widening – because she’d rarely, if ever, been given information about any of Jack’s schemes. Understandable, given who she was, but still. “Oh?” The shock gave way to another cursory, wild, untamed predilection, the curl of her smile manifesting into something Cheshire. “Were you planning on sailing farther?” The key indication of where settling in.
She left the notion of anything else threatening within the sky to meander off her trail of thoughts.
Taking up residence besides Seven as she pawed at the water, and ignoring the ones she’d currently been stalking, she lowered herself into another makeshift crouch. “Good work,” she whispered to the cat, as if the reflected constellations could hear her approach, and they had to remain stealthy. Her basket eventually took a swipe, not dissimilar to the feline’s actions, offering a feral grin in exchange as they ‘caught’ the cluster.
The words thereafter surprised her – eyes widening – because she’d rarely, if ever, been given information about any of Jack’s schemes. Understandable, given who she was, but still. “Oh?” The shock gave way to another cursory, wild, untamed predilection, the curl of her smile manifesting into something Cheshire. “Were you planning on sailing farther?” The key indication of where settling in.
Melita
