every time she burns to ashes
Melita had always been one for exploration, likely right from birth. With no semblance of danger, treachery, or deceit in early years, she’d ventured high and low, unaware of how many hovered around her, protective and shielding as she went off on her miniscule quests to stare into open seas or wander into unknown caves. Here was partially the same, only she hoped she’d grown into something, someone, capable of defending herself.
She’d seen a lot, in her short amount of time on multiple worlds.
And she wasn’t about to let it destroy or defeat her.
So she followed along, shaking her head in answer. “No. Just learning, observing.” A shrug to her shoulders, accepting the invitation of movement and motion, grateful to be stirred into something other than glancing at wares.
She’d seen a lot, in her short amount of time on multiple worlds.
And she wasn’t about to let it destroy or defeat her.
So she followed along, shaking her head in answer. “No. Just learning, observing.” A shrug to her shoulders, accepting the invitation of movement and motion, grateful to be stirred into something other than glancing at wares.
she knows how to rise again
Melita
