MELITA
Where Melita would’ve likely done anything to get her mother back, she found Edmund’s response…kinda lacking. Narrowing her eyes a little, she then shrugged her shoulders, proceeding onwards, intending to find the little morsels and tendrils of clues; patterns of tracks, machinations and movements of feathers.And lo and behold, the hunters hadn’t been fucking with her. With a wry little grin, she snagged at her bow again, ready, willing, and able whenever the opportunity came. “I can send Sila to track them faster,” and she nodded to the little dragon – who eventually, with a job in mind, burst from behind the veil of crimson hair, and with a streak of quiet bronze, was off into the midst.
After a few seconds, the stealthy and young lizard had pinpointed them – and the Honeybee grinned, only slightly malicious. “This way,” she whispered, snagging at the left and stealthily extending her long limbs through the snow.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
