where's the truth in that?

MELITA

Melita was the type to avoid a region simply by pettiness, which was probably why she hadn’t see much of Stormbreak at all. Between the stories, the relic battles, her uncle once being held imprisoned here, and now void shit, she only touched down upon the floating isle when the notions and impulses struck. Patting the Firecracker, she ensured it was hooked properly, before they began meandering their way towards the Falling, and she took more than one glance along the fringes with a wrinkled nose, uncertain if she liked the place at all. “Yeah,” was all she could say at first. “You’d think she’d have it all taken and overgrown.” But instead it seemed Dahlia’s leadership served as a placeholder, so no one else could snag it. "Congrats on the Oerwoud shit by the way."

Having never been involved in power trips, the Honeybee shrugged. “Nah, not really. Sometimes to spar with some of the dragoons,” she offered casually, because it was true – she’d bullied Koa and Zavien enough. “Do you?”

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts