mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
She rolled her eyes at the hot cocoa comment – for all of Halo’s…merits, Torchline had an ample surplus, but perhaps she was biased. Pretending to dip the thermos into the water, she held it there, blocking it from Iskra’s view with her crouched frame, humming under her breath, content to watch the searing liquid linger nearby, but never enter the already full container. “You could always come here for our parties during LongNight,” she shrugged – her home was mostly empty save for Fangorn, Sila, and herself, and if she wasn’t there, she’d be busy harassing the multitudes at the bonfires. “Does Halo do anything for fun during then?” Or maybe they just hunkered down – understandably so.
Rising from the edges, she shook the thermos, as if swishing it around and really exuding that lava-infused flavor, and made her way back over. Going back through her bag, she fished around until she produced three packets of the generic hot chocolate, but she’d snagged at a variety down by the markets. Each had different labels, from ‘Torchline Salted Caramel’ to ‘Peppermint Bark’ and ‘Butterbeer’. Holding them out to Iskra, she let him pick first.
Rising from the edges, she shook the thermos, as if swishing it around and really exuding that lava-infused flavor, and made her way back over. Going back through her bag, she fished around until she produced three packets of the generic hot chocolate, but she’d snagged at a variety down by the markets. Each had different labels, from ‘Torchline Salted Caramel’ to ‘Peppermint Bark’ and ‘Butterbeer’. Holding them out to Iskra, she let him pick first.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
