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MELITA

Exploring, beating the shit out of anything that pissed her off, and avoiding her uncle didn’t seem like much for tasks, so she ventured on the first one. “Wandering a bit. Helping Jack with the Ark.” Getting stronger, growing into a more defiant, self-indulgent ember. At least Phoebe had something going for her – though she was perplexed by the sixteen-year-old reference – the youth could understand what it meant to try and get the Greatwood restored. “How is it going?”

They persisted in their northward helm, and Melita was forced to actually think about the Ancients, rather than ignorantly meander around the outskirts and boundaries of the primordial race. “I’m not sure. I feel like I don’t know enough about them, really. The Old Gods don’t seem to mind their presence?” She hadn’t heard otherwise, and Ludo would’ve certainly proclaimed something, as it had done with the Ascended. "What do you know?”

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun