melita
Ronin’s letter ensured Melita would be out here, but only with a wrinkled nose and chaotic indignation. It took her a fair bit to pilot the Firecracker along the wake, hustling and bustling in the wind, and not even crash landing it into the sand nearby (better!). A smoother, steadier sort of float-down, and then she unfurled the party of companions and off they popped.
Now, ordinarily the Honeybee would take no issue in scaling a tree. But this one seemed to be a bit sacred or necessary or any combination thereof. So instead, she nodded towards Sila. “Go grab one of those seeds,” carefully, might she add.
And the little dragon adhered readily, taking wing and gently prying one of the pods off a higher branch, before releasing it into the demigod’s hands.
salvation doesn't look like light
