regions of moonlight and chaos
Melita was in her element – the life and breath of chaos. She’d been tempted to place her robes on top of her invisibility portions and see what would happened if there were just floating clothes around – but she’d yet to work out the schematics and semantics around it.
Case in point, she appeared in her usual accord; skipping in towards the food, her robes not so neat and tidy, but stitched enough in a classic black. If the sleeves looked a bit off, so be it – she was content with the whole horde of pockets on the outside and inside. She immediately pilfered some food off the table, then turned around, mask made to look like a combination of Fangorn and Sila (gourd dragon or dragon pumpkin, take one’s pick), glancing about for Iskra as if she just remembered he was supposed to be there too.
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Case in point, she appeared in her usual accord; skipping in towards the food, her robes not so neat and tidy, but stitched enough in a classic black. If the sleeves looked a bit off, so be it – she was content with the whole horde of pockets on the outside and inside. She immediately pilfered some food off the table, then turned around, mask made to look like a combination of Fangorn and Sila (gourd dragon or dragon pumpkin, take one’s pick), glancing about for Iskra as if she just remembered he was supposed to be there too.
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the honeybee
