MELITA
For all of Flora’s nonchalance about the offer, Melita was grateful – sometimes it was difficult to find others willing to combat with her, and sometimes others were lined up to be pummelled. “I’ll take you up on that sometime,” she smirked, mind already circulating through potentials of distracting measures again, when Flora frowned at the whole guild thing.And seemed…surprised that the Honeybee wasn’t in the know. Which left the demigod to run through a whole gambit of experiences, notions, and threads in her head, but by and large, couldn’t lend anything to measure up to Flora’s regards. Still, the smuggler could at least take a hint, placing her hands on her hips as if to survey the Torchline queen in a whole new light. “Huh. No, but, I assume more finding than losing?”
Then there were the other matters to consider, and when Melita’s lightning strike didn’t do much of anything, she scoffed, reaching into those folds of chaos once more. But, true to form, it even surprised her, because one more streak of blast and heat countered across the sky, replicating the same assault. Which uh, hadn’t happened before.
This one, rather than striking a tree, went for a close-by bush, setting it promptly ablaze.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
