mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Unaware of Iskra’s musings about her potential headquarters or villain aspects, Melita hummed under her breath, already opening her bag to pull out two mugs; Fangorn spraying volcanic soil everywhere with his vines, and Sila rampaging overhead, gleeful in the expanse of molten terrain. Then she watched to gauge his reaction, brow arching as he seemed to enjoy it, rather than find it tiresome or too melancholic.
With a grin then, she passed over one of the containers. “Obviously,” she rarely even doubted herself – unless the occasion called for some true self-awareness. Which wasn’t today.
“Give me a sec and I’ll get us the water,” she snickered, pulling out the thermos from her bag. Truthfully, she’d long since filled the vessel with properly boiled water from her house, because no, even she wouldn’t be drinking lava adornments. But she could hold onto the ruse for as long as she dared, skipping back over to where some of the latent liquid ran in tiny streams and rivulets, rather than the lingering abyss nearby.
With a grin then, she passed over one of the containers. “Obviously,” she rarely even doubted herself – unless the occasion called for some true self-awareness. Which wasn’t today.
“Give me a sec and I’ll get us the water,” she snickered, pulling out the thermos from her bag. Truthfully, she’d long since filled the vessel with properly boiled water from her house, because no, even she wouldn’t be drinking lava adornments. But she could hold onto the ruse for as long as she dared, skipping back over to where some of the latent liquid ran in tiny streams and rivulets, rather than the lingering abyss nearby.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
