[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 318PC

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

Laying low probably shouldn’t involve meandering straight into a festival, but Melita, wisely or impulsively, wasn’t going to let a broadcast interfere with celebrating a time before LongNight. Her fortitude and endurance was written plainly on her features – an audacious turn of her nose as she wandered in amongst and amidst the Meadowreach clearings – though perhaps the seditious plunge was merely her smelling the enticing aroma of so many foods.

Her own platter, a large amount of roasted sausages fresh from the heat of fire, was placed upon the table. Opting to be somewhat careful, in that she had a clear exit should anything go down (or view of pew pew pew times), the Honeybee perused and browsed the finery, snagging at several cheeses, meats, and various other dishes, before sitting at the end of a row.

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Melita brings some sausages to share!