melita
“That’s nice,” she uttered, truly relieved by the thoughts of not having to journey for so long or so far with stowed away creatures or plants. It wasn’t the hunting portion that was an issue, but how time consuming everything could be. Melita was grateful to once again not have any involvement in government, or having to organize the shitshow. Brows furrowed in thought, she skipped along, unbothered by the Frey’s Breath heat, recalling how often they’d come here to collect those same flowers ages ago. ”Do the Ancients have different magic?”
She’d have to meet some sooner or later, besides sad sack Maea. But anyway - there were other things to fixate on. While she tied off the edges of her dress into something that wouldn’t be considered fashion, but practical for the moment, her jaw jutted upwards, mildly seditious at the particulars. ”But then you know someone could just beat their ass and take it.” She didn’t name any names, Flora would get the jist.
salvation doesn't look like light
