your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Melita was no barmaid, and had yet to be summoned by anyone, but she did float along the Hanged Man with every audacious step. Fangorn and Sila accompanied her both, and by the time she’d snagged a drink, she’d also seated herself nearby, pulling out a piece of paper and what looked like a checklist – full of plot devices and menacing acts. She then proceeded to cross one out, giggle to herself, and then snag a sip of her liquor.you are from another time
Only when someone’s voice snagged nearby did she deviate her attention from the unfurling pranks, eyes flicking over to see someone she recognized. Trying to decide if she should be an absolute shit, ignore the Ancient, or bend somewhere in between, she finally settled for a brief spark of clarity. “Oh, hey,” came on half-a-wave, wondering if the pirate knew Jack was around…and then deciding she’d be more amused if he strolled in.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
