By no means would many credit Melita as smart; maybe impulsive and bold, but she hadn’t survived through her wit. Mostly grit and determination more than anything else, and even then, hadn’t it come to bite her in the end?
Forgoing those notions, she arched her brow at the invitation, eyes flickering back, glancing to the horizon as if it had an answer for her – time, especially, gauging the amount of minutes and seconds she had before the next opportunity. Only thereafter did she swing her gaze to return upon the Luminary, casting her a small smile. “Sure, I could get something to eat,” was a warm agreement. “Thanks for helping.” Then she could gather her companions, her bags and weapons, and head towards snacks and food, a little more prepared for whatever came next.
[FIN]
Forgoing those notions, she arched her brow at the invitation, eyes flickering back, glancing to the horizon as if it had an answer for her – time, especially, gauging the amount of minutes and seconds she had before the next opportunity. Only thereafter did she swing her gaze to return upon the Luminary, casting her a small smile. “Sure, I could get something to eat,” was a warm agreement. “Thanks for helping.” Then she could gather her companions, her bags and weapons, and head towards snacks and food, a little more prepared for whatever came next.
[FIN]
melita
then I became the fire
