MELITA
Succeeded? Her eyes lingered on the canvas once more, standing a little taller, a little straighter, a little more breadth to her shoulders. Maybe she had. Maybe she hadn’t. But it was still there, just the same: the sun and the sand, the glory of a world she couldn’t ever hold or have again. It would remain in picture rather than just in her memories, to be displayed and shared when the time was right. Perhaps that would be enough – when her words matched stories and myths, when there was more than just the lapse of things, when oasis surf and shoal met the free-ranging skies. Melita nodded at the rest of the directions, instantly grateful all the more. “Thank you.” Humbled again, by the wake of kindness and compassion nearly everywhere she went, the endless support and community based warmth a blessed, consecrated thing; she wouldn’t forget it. Wrapped and protected when it was dry, ready for her eager hands to grasp and hold again. How bizarre, how quickly she’d altered any apprehensive measures on the artistic qualities – an inward shrug and snort to her movements.
She nestled down by the stool to gather the rest of her things, when Bastien’s question settled over her, causing her head to raise, a fey ambience curling over her features. “Oh, Fangorn?” The aforementioned little beast grumbled and hissed, bounding a short distance away from the ascended, eerie eyes going back and forth, scrutinizing and studying in his enigmatic way. “He’s my companion. One of the few vampire gourds that made it out of my first Leafchange here.” A survivor, through and through.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
