flyleaf

melisande




⥼after some moments that felt like a while, saga finally came into view. her large alabaster form approaching the tiny melisande. the wolf sat, a small smile plastering on her dark lips as she peered upwards at saga with a weariness. "No, not formally. I am Melisande, dearest Saga." I know you. her ears swiveled, chin up at the bear who stood so tall. the realness of their differences becoming mountainous now."I feel as though I do not belong here anymore." she started off, sighing deeply. the months she called this place home began to take on such a stranger feeling. "I have come to ask for peaceful release and departure from the ranks of Polaris." she stood for herself, keeping it short & sweet. having no other words to share at the moment.⥽


"talk" "think"