MELITA
Granted, just because Melita thought about it didn’t make it good idea, but an idea, nonetheless. “Ooh, fluctuating temperatures could be fun. So like, warmer at night, cooler during the day, that sort of thing?” She tapped on her chin again, beginning to wade into the shallower bits of the hot springs, not yet noticing she sky and land underneath the pool. “We could put it right next to the rum fountain and just drink all day,” and she winked, meaning it entirely.Grabbing at one of the jars and heading towards the ripples of starlight across the water, Flora’s request had her brows furrowing, not quite following the train of thought until the inevitable. Truthfully, she hadn’t known about any of it – Koa had never said anything about them being together, nor the Queen, so her own comical expression of going through the motions (surprise, confusion, bewilderment, to grimacing) wasn’t hidden or laden with pretenses. “Oh,” she started, because dots were beginning to connect with why the Dragoon had been such a Debby fuckin Downer. “That explains a lot.” She huffed, shaking her head. “I didn’t know, for the record. I wouldn’t have done that to either of you.” Chaotic Melita might be, but she was also loyal – considering both Koa (despite the many times he’d been her targeted victim) and Flora as friends.
On an additional accord, she tilted her head, making a face again. "You picked Jack over Koa?"
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
