MELITA
“Only what was on the notice boards.” Her strides were long, crisp, sharp, overt maneuvers of a woman in a hurry. Were she not with someone else, the youth would have raced off, unhindered, unbound, unleashed, eyes narrowed in search of some petals, some blossoms, either sorely out of place, or stark amidst the pathways. “I just…I don’t trust the Voice.” A shrug followed and flickered through; no flames, no cinders, no embers to erupt, but enough to kindle a certainty in her decision. Maybe the goddess was capable of healing those who didn’t belong in her circle – maybe she wasn’t. Maybe the world was full of promises that couldn’t be kept.But the girl would still put a claim on hers.
Down tunnels, along places where the path lay lightly worn, obviously traveled and traversed by others doing the same as them. No hums under her breath, no modicums of delight – all business, and for once, some form of concentration. Fangorn did his part too, sniffing around, vines extending in various directions, as they continued ambling forth.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
