and when the dust settles

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Ah well, Melita wasn’t there for Ace – and could quite frankly, give less than a single shit about not giving or granting him attention.

But, if he wanted something to do so very badly…

She sent another arrow flying, and despite all her years of practice and precision, it missed, sent directly into a stump of a log instead. Huffing and rolling her eyes, for no one to see, she advanced, intending to simply try again. The river star had other plans though, and gave some lumbering, foul noise, before heading off to easier prey – like Ace, leaning against a tree, in all its dark, foreboding nature.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita