[Training] onyx armor for my eyes

but there's chaos brewing

underneath my skin

Drenched and dripping wet, her hand went to the bone first, clinging to it as if it were a club. She could do something with it later, maybe, but it almost felt wrong. Huffing, she placed it aside while she dug through the rest of her belongings, looking for a towel and a comb, presuming the wet locks would need some brief management. It was almost like routine, like she hadn’t witnessed someone’s death bludgeoned across desert sands, like it hadn’t given way to a thousand other things circumventing her mind. The rock under her feet was solid, but maybe she wasn’t, and the notion swayed her toward another noise echoing across the shoreline.

Brushing the fibers down her face, she only peeked over the towel as the voice called out – and what should’ve been a recognizable figure, seemingly by height and things…but not by face gave her pause. Her eyes narrowed, and she thought about the bone, about her staff, lying beside her, Fangorn grumbling something but it was incoherent at best with the blood and trepidation pounding in her ears. “No, you’re not.” Not a holler, not a scream, not a shout in return, as if discerning the wiles of Ludo (come to punish her, for summoning Safrin instead of its rags?) or some other individual who only had mischief on their mind. Resigned and weary, apprehensive and dismayed, coiled together in the vivid sigh reflecting off the sea. “I’m not up for tricks right now, thanks. Go bother someone else.”

trying to hold in the storm

instead of making waves

MELITA