melita
and she recklessly plays with matches
After death, Melita’s nightmares had their own ghoulish quality. This one in particular sucked ass too, so it was a nice break to just lounge about King’s End and people watch for a while. Scores of them seemed to settle around the bizarre little arrangement, much like festivals in seasons past, and only after a number of them regarded the lucky dip did she slink out too.
Fangorn and Sila made encouraging noises around her ankles and shoulders respectfully, and she studied the rotation of people meandering through, before hopping out. “Hey. I’ll try,” by way of a nod of her head and arm wandering down; hoping she’d be able to grab something cool and not lose an arm or anything.
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Mel tries the Lucky Dip!
