there's always a glimmer in those
She truly couldn’t quite fathom where or what they were doing, beyond the bare minimum of getting to some archway with slots, and placing the bloom within. With her mind wrapped around every single god damned nuance, any other semblances could’ve slipped from her thoughts. The youth figured Oliver would at least have an ability to find the relic, while she tended along the banks and shorelines, eyes flicking back and forth over rock walls, expecting to anoint something hidden around ledges.
Her head perked up from around a particular boulder as he sauntered near the waterfall. “Maybe? Can you check it?” Fangorn grumbled another intonation, mostly incoherent, while her hand not occupied by the flower ran down the length of more stone, expecting some concealed lever, instead of something in full view. Would they want it to be furtive, secretive, unknown to other prying eyes?
Her head perked up from around a particular boulder as he sauntered near the waterfall. “Maybe? Can you check it?” Fangorn grumbled another intonation, mostly incoherent, while her hand not occupied by the flower ran down the length of more stone, expecting some concealed lever, instead of something in full view. Would they want it to be furtive, secretive, unknown to other prying eyes?
who have been through the dark
MELITA
