Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Melita followed, though rapt attention was spent oohing and awing in her silent behest, gazing over dwellings and spiraling architecture, from the sand homes to obsidian and granite and shell. Older and wiser now, a younger portion of her soul would’ve beelined straight for the precious metals, gems, and shiny objects with nary a care. Nowadays, she could admire from afar; knowing, perhaps, a little better.
But one was singled out, and so she didn’t hesitate, eyes flickering back and forth over the whims and eaves, construction ensuring the passing streamline of their movements didn’t bother any of it. Entering the home meant it was likely Hadama’s, so she paid respect where it was due, gaze still round and widened – never guessing, or thinking, that merpeople would have furniture, chambers, or gathering places like the rest of the world. She’d never really pictured anything like it.
So she snagged at an hammock in rapt agreement, mostly out of curiosity’s sake, just barely managing not to flip herself over outright – sheepishly snagging at something nearby with her feet like the coiled tethers.
But one was singled out, and so she didn’t hesitate, eyes flickering back and forth over the whims and eaves, construction ensuring the passing streamline of their movements didn’t bother any of it. Entering the home meant it was likely Hadama’s, so she paid respect where it was due, gaze still round and widened – never guessing, or thinking, that merpeople would have furniture, chambers, or gathering places like the rest of the world. She’d never really pictured anything like it.
So she snagged at an hammock in rapt agreement, mostly out of curiosity’s sake, just barely managing not to flip herself over outright – sheepishly snagging at something nearby with her feet like the coiled tethers.
Melita
