[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

Acceptance hadn’t always been her keen prowess; if anything at all, the Honeybee was far more likely to preen into resolute stubbornness, dig her heels into the ground and wait for someone to churn her loose. So when everything else appeared to settle, her brow arched, wondering if it had ever been that easy.

But then there was food, and the thought quickly dissipated for a seething appetite and impending contentment. “Yesssss,” she hissed in delight, snagging at her goods and food with gratitude extended to both server and Iskra, before merrily skipping over to an absconded table. Sila and Fangorn followed close behind, acting quite angelic and obviously opting for a bite when the begging and sad looking eyes could take hold.

For right now though, all Melita saw was endless tortillas and a little chips on the side.

She waited though, watching for Iskra’s approval, and laughing when it arrived, just as she’d predicted. “See?” Smugly, she dove into hers with relish and aplomb, chewing quietly, and only a few heaving bites, opting to peel some portions away for dragon and vampire gourd.

Crunching down on another chip, she tilted her head, humming along until Iskra granted another inquiry. “Hm? Yeah it really doesn’t like the cold.” Hence why the blanket – and even that hadn’t really remedied the inevitable. “But it loves all kinds of games and candy. Cats too.” Tapping on her chin, and hoping she hadn’t forgotten anything, she shifted, staring at him again, pondering over where this was going. “Ludo’s always wonderful. Cheeky, funny, silly. It’s been my favorite since I arrived in Caido – but maybe I just like chaos,” to which she winked and grabbed another part of her food. “I think we have to have some levity in this place, you know?” Otherwise it was all downhill from there – Iskra could attest to the way devastation weighed.