MELITA
Her movements became wayward and haphazard, meandering and wandering, a few skipping steps here and there while her companions did the same around her, trying to match pace while she traversed and thought. “It’s all right. We’re supposed to be heading to the Grounds soon.” She made a face at the cavern floor, disgruntled and unimpressed, but then again, Phoebe would know very well why anyone would avoid the Hollowed section, past or present. She’d seen only glimpses of how the Stone Symphony had certainly become more than that – the war’s edges even creeping over the twist and turns of the Greatwood’s labyrinthine designs. “I can imagine recruiting would be difficult,” for she wasn’t certain what the forest offered besides…well, a lot of trees. Her cranium shot upwards at the question though, with a snort to follow. “No thank you.”
As for Dygra and Ancients, the Honeybee’s eyes narrowed. Overly suspicious by nature, the blood requirements made her ponder, but maybe it didn’t need to be human. Just…whatever ichor they could manage to find. “Yeah. I wonder why they haven’t been around before all of this.”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
