Melita’s eyes widened when Sohalia stumbled back too – maybe just as surprised it’d worked. When nothing else came thereafter, the demigod lowered her fists, no need to be on the defensive or searing offense (unless of course this was a trick, and then if so, well played to the Luminary).
The question brought an arch to her brow as she skimmed her toes in the sand, head tilting a little. “Oh – well, I’ve used a bunch. Had to be able to survive, you know,” making no mention of how many worlds she’d had to do just that within – from Helovia, to the Rift, to finally Caido, only existing because of her ability to adapt and prevail (and even then, she’d still died). “So I figured I’d learn a lot of different ways. Just in case.” From knives to her own fists to arrows and anything in between. “Better to be safe than sorry here.”
The question brought an arch to her brow as she skimmed her toes in the sand, head tilting a little. “Oh – well, I’ve used a bunch. Had to be able to survive, you know,” making no mention of how many worlds she’d had to do just that within – from Helovia, to the Rift, to finally Caido, only existing because of her ability to adapt and prevail (and even then, she’d still died). “So I figured I’d learn a lot of different ways. Just in case.” From knives to her own fists to arrows and anything in between. “Better to be safe than sorry here.”
melita
then I became the fire
