MELITA
Waiting had clearly never been Melita’s forte. Or patience. Or anything requiring her to simply stay put for anything more than half a second. But therein, she could see what Bastien meant – her beautiful oasis suddenly tinged with green, something that had never happened in real life. “No, I didn’t meant to. The oasis was always the brightest blue.” She frowned, putting her paintbrush down for a moment. The restless itch was back within an instant, and she was suddenly apprehensive she’d ruined what little triumph she’d gathered simply by the smattering of eagerness. “How long does it usually take to dry?” Maybe she could go over with more blue, and then it wouldn’t look so bad? She’d likely have to leave it up to the expert – her ignorance about as incandescent as her cheeks, embarrassed for her blunder.The fact that he still extended an invitation into the guild after the error displayed a lot of his character; she half-smiled in turn, still incredibly uncertain about her role in anything at the moment. “I’ll think about it,” she insisted, to chew upon, to mull over, when her munitions didn’t call so openly, when vengeance and havoc weren’t such a siren song.
His love for Rexanna was clear too, no doubt, no question, and the youth grinned again, for both of them, glad they’d found one another. “An admirable goal. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
