a lion-hearted girl
“Maybe we’re just doomed then.” The ruffian smile following thereafter insinuated the devil-may-care platitude; that the adventure awaited, but she’d rather see something else for a change. She couldn’t exactly imagine how or why they seemed to entice the beasts, other than they were some large object to batter, ram, and destroy out amidst the sea. Her eyes went to the pouch of seaglass, gaze riveted to the swirl of colors and hues; she hadn’t managed to pick up any of those sorts of emblems, artifacts, or objects. Most of the time it’d been rocks and shells, and she wrinkled her nose slightly, gaze flicking back to her lantern, then to the glass again.She was distracted from the nuances and slight avarice clinging to her hands, the notes about James, a right shithead, causing the lightest of smiles. “He helped the Grounds prepare for LongNight once.” Maybe more; she hadn’t been there for the last one – for the doom, for the damnation, from the spiraling hell.
With neither of them close to Eloise, the honor of pushing any further symbolism faded. She’d have to embody the vague inclinations of the navigator, and once she’d completed the structure, the walls built upon sticks, she attempted to dig a compass into the side. The inquiry caused a brief shrug – because it’d been rather simple, and she wouldn’t have to mull on the complexities of merely wanting a place to belong. “He offered me a job.”
ready for a fight
MELITA
