there's always a glimmer in those
The gourd had the notions and sentiments of looking a little sheepish, motioning his vines around in some poor rendition of a shrug towards the dragon, before winding around the table and waiting to see if he could get any scraps of other food. He pointed a couple times with the sentient motions, as if egging Aidon on to do the same.
Melita, unaware of the plotting for some spare munitions, hummed quietly, immediately content, worries forgotten, at the assemblage of food. Mouthful of croissant and honey, once she’d swallowed down another bite, and went to grab some fruit, she extended her gratitude again. “Thank you. Happy to help.” She hadn’t had a meal like this in some time. And a proud little smile inclined on her face, continuing in her stead once she’d taken a bite of some melon. “I can always help you train with the bow, if you want.” A shrug of her shoulders, the offer extended. It’d probably be fine for Maeve’s condition too – no real indication of any danger, and any practice was sure to be useful.
Melita, unaware of the plotting for some spare munitions, hummed quietly, immediately content, worries forgotten, at the assemblage of food. Mouthful of croissant and honey, once she’d swallowed down another bite, and went to grab some fruit, she extended her gratitude again. “Thank you. Happy to help.” She hadn’t had a meal like this in some time. And a proud little smile inclined on her face, continuing in her stead once she’d taken a bite of some melon. “I can always help you train with the bow, if you want.” A shrug of her shoulders, the offer extended. It’d probably be fine for Maeve’s condition too – no real indication of any danger, and any practice was sure to be useful.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
