melita
Oh, great. The Temple.
Her nose wrinkled at the outset, wondering if she should even be here. It’d been a long while since she set foot in the Hollowed Grounds (recalling the massive ass chunk missing out of the Spire and frankly, wondering if it would be worth her while to go try it again), but all of this shit could materialize into something amusing. Not like anyone in here would try to hit her once and she’d be dead again.
Ha. Anyway.
She gave some effort in appearance (the dress was new and not torn or frayed), but ultimately made a beeline for the snacks the moment she entered, using it as an opportunity to survey the scene while stuffing a tart into her mouth.
salvation doesn't look like light
