Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Testing something heralded from a god’s power sounded intriguing, and so she ambled forward, intent on curious natures snagging at more sagacity and wisdom. “Ooh, neat! I can help.” Placing the manta crystal back within the pockets, she waded out into the shallow proportions, unbothered by its flanking proportions as it swelled and snagged around her.
As for talking, her brows furrowed. The youth was rarely silent – boisterous and exuberant, wild and carefree. Underwater contortions might inhibit some of those semblances altogether. “Maybe we could use hand signals? Or uh…,” pointing seemed to be the direct notions in her mind – but she was uncertain about what they’d be seeing down in the depths, or how distracted and enamored she’d become with the parameters and possibilities.
As for talking, her brows furrowed. The youth was rarely silent – boisterous and exuberant, wild and carefree. Underwater contortions might inhibit some of those semblances altogether. “Maybe we could use hand signals? Or uh…,” pointing seemed to be the direct notions in her mind – but she was uncertain about what they’d be seeing down in the depths, or how distracted and enamored she’d become with the parameters and possibilities.
Melita
