melita
and she recklessly plays with matches
Melita, not inclined to go dancing around presently, remained suitably unbothered by everyone around her and/or ignoring some she simply abhorred, she munched and drank, content with her choices of meats, fruit, and vegetables. Pouring herself another round of liquor as a little treat, she didn’t expect Rhiannon to come sidling nearby, and glanced at the soldier. “Oh hello,” she parroted back, waving her drink. “You’re welcome. Glad they found it suitable.” Hard to go wrong with a place to display weapons, after all. “My uncle liked the dragon cookery too.” She shrugged, head tilting as she lowered her tones in a furtive whisper. “Everything all right in Halo now?"
