MELITA
Control over the darkling would probably be for the best, considering Melita was just as likely to annihilate and brutalize more so than her companions; so the murmur of another caused her eyes to narrow briefly as she straightened out from her search. Snagging at her quiver and placing them along her back, she turned, glancing at the stranger (who shouldn’t have been, given who he was and his mother, but growth, time, and changes meant the Honeybee remained uncertain). “Hello.”Waiting for something else, like a threat, her head tilted, and then she shrugged her shoulders, glancing at her companions before maneuvering onward. Drawing her bow from her bracelet, a comfortable and threatening ease descended over her movements, even amidst the snow. “What brings you out here?” she figured she’d start, since the snowman didn’t seem inclined to do much else.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
