Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
And in the end, she hadn’t really mattered again.
She could feel that binding sentiment fill her chest the moment Hadama’s gravity spikes pierced their way into the dragon, as it fell and banged into buildings, fell into the streets, fell directly on top of them She ambled off to the side in a belligerent tuck and roll, ready to shoot something, anything, ignoring the sudden onslaught of bruises and aches to climb back to her feet.
She hadn’t even noticed Sohalia’s companion until her mind rewound the actions – that deep glowering emotion rankling through her veins again. Like Alys’s little bear – Sascha, back in Halo. It was why she didn’t even bring hers to these sorts of things – always willing to help, but far too fragile for the hardships they faced. Her eyes fell down to the ground, then to everyone else around, forging her anger for something else momentarily. “Sorry,” she murmured to the Attuned, uncertain how to even begin other than that regret.
Glancing at herself, covered in dragon blood, she scoffed quietly. The bird had taken off, so there was no way for her to exact some sort of misaligned justice or vengeance. There was just the carcass, the absence of another, and there overly large party. “Thanks for helping,” was extended to Remi, Ronin, and Hadama, even if it made her feel useless once more. On a whim, she snagged at one of the nearby scales, figuring she ought to get something out of this bizarre endeavor. “Good luck with this place,” she gestured to Stormbreak at large – before vacating entirely.
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Mel takes a scale.
She could feel that binding sentiment fill her chest the moment Hadama’s gravity spikes pierced their way into the dragon, as it fell and banged into buildings, fell into the streets, fell directly on top of them She ambled off to the side in a belligerent tuck and roll, ready to shoot something, anything, ignoring the sudden onslaught of bruises and aches to climb back to her feet.
She hadn’t even noticed Sohalia’s companion until her mind rewound the actions – that deep glowering emotion rankling through her veins again. Like Alys’s little bear – Sascha, back in Halo. It was why she didn’t even bring hers to these sorts of things – always willing to help, but far too fragile for the hardships they faced. Her eyes fell down to the ground, then to everyone else around, forging her anger for something else momentarily. “Sorry,” she murmured to the Attuned, uncertain how to even begin other than that regret.
Glancing at herself, covered in dragon blood, she scoffed quietly. The bird had taken off, so there was no way for her to exact some sort of misaligned justice or vengeance. There was just the carcass, the absence of another, and there overly large party. “Thanks for helping,” was extended to Remi, Ronin, and Hadama, even if it made her feel useless once more. On a whim, she snagged at one of the nearby scales, figuring she ought to get something out of this bizarre endeavor. “Good luck with this place,” she gestured to Stormbreak at large – before vacating entirely.
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Mel takes a scale.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
