don't ruin this on me

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Melita was a possessive little thing when it came right down to it, and as soon as she saw someone touching her schooner, a powerful, potent rage began to meander through. A set of balled fists, a disgruntled glance with a furrowed brow, and a certain predacious walk to her gait –

And then she recognized the woman. Not from any other meeting, but from notice boards and sketches. Dahlia, wasn’t it? The very woman Sunjata had led into the Refuge, the one who had fucked Remi up, the one who ruled Stormbreak…

Somehow she wondered if her uncle was up to this, and she was quite ready to give someone a piece of her mind. But having died in the previous season, she wasn’t apt to just do it again upon a new one, and she settled herself. Well, somewhat.

There was still a scowl on her face as she approached, arms across her chest. “Sure.” With the greatest reluctance, and having a feeling she didn’t have much of a choice. “What about?”

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita