MELITA
Nodding along at the notion, because most of Torchline knew Maeve (she’d been their Queen after all), Melita glanced over her shoulder at Edmund. Perhaps he was far younger than she could surmise, between aging at shrines and other dynamics, to not realize how far his mother’s influence entangled. “How’s she doing?” Last she’d known, the woman had been searching for well…him. Seeing him wandering about now, she figured she’d done so, but hadn’t seen her since.Fangorn bobbed his head and waved his vines, a far more courteous greeting than any other extended towards Edmund, before her attention caught at the movement and motion of a luxere.
And her heart lurched – because while very few things stirred her to not eradicate and demolish, luxere were amongst them. She didn’t have the means and measures to maul something that had protected them so many times within the Hollowed Grounds, and it didn’t break her apart when it saw them, and took off, glowing antlers crashing through the brush. “All right, not that one then.” Shrugging, because she had other intel, she motioned ahead. “I was told there were some turkeys in the upcoming clearing,” seen by hunters – unless they were pulling her leg.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
