you must burn brighter than ever
They likely could’ve shared their implicit and inherent bend of trauma; but given how little Melita focused on her emotions (other than rage and any other mercurial bounty), it probably wouldn’t have gone well. But she’d grown into her demigodhood by death and determination, grateful for another opportunity and eager to take hold of it with both hands raised into fists. Better to have tried than completely given in.
Stepping back to survey the Ludo image no longer wobbling, but definitely off-center, she shrugged and moved on, snagging at the next picture – the raggedy herald and a pile of donuts. “Oh Frey’s Breath. I’ve gone back and forth there too.” Sighing, and brushing a crimson lock out of her face, she shrugged. “Didn’t find shit, of course,” otherwise everyone would’ve known because she would’ve been bragging about it. “Gods, I haven’t been to the Greatwood in ages. The Fae were always uptight assholes. Anything new there?”
Stepping back to survey the Ludo image no longer wobbling, but definitely off-center, she shrugged and moved on, snagging at the next picture – the raggedy herald and a pile of donuts. “Oh Frey’s Breath. I’ve gone back and forth there too.” Sighing, and brushing a crimson lock out of her face, she shrugged. “Didn’t find shit, of course,” otherwise everyone would’ve known because she would’ve been bragging about it. “Gods, I haven’t been to the Greatwood in ages. The Fae were always uptight assholes. Anything new there?”
Melita
