a lion-hearted girl
“They were amazing,” and she meant it too – wishing she could somehow cast the light back across the sky, the same as it’d done in the land of her birth. She’d done so once upon a time in Bastien’s studio, enacting the hues and colors across the canvas with no manner of ease; striving to rekindle the breathtaking sights. “Have you always been in Torchline?” Uncertain, really, of how far some other Naturals had traveled in the time that the Grounds had been behind the barrier – living their days free of acrimony and bitterness and not yearning for traces of freedom.Spriggans were another matter, and she cast her glances at the sand, as if trying to summon the wherewithal to understand and picture the creatures mentioned. Roots. Tree roots fitting a person. “Hm. Maybe? Like the Mathair tree?” Those roots were enormous, wide, and had kept them occupied, underneath its canopy, branches, and bramble while they worked and talked on various things.
ready for a fight
MELITA
