MELITA
While she would like to consider herself unpredictable, Melita had in fact done the usual bit when she visited Halo. Nearly covered from head to toe in woolen pants, sweaters, scarves, mittens, and hats, she resembled something like a ballooned figurine – waddling, not unlike a penguin, across the snow with a pouting expression behind the stolen muffler. It might’ve been considerably easier for her to simply roll around and make it there, but determined, spiteful, and stubborn, she pressed her weight amidst the boots and curled her nose at every damned aspect.Nor would she admit that, upon glancing at the Safrin’s Mirror, that the place was beautiful. It really had no right to be – not with carrying the goddess’s name. The lights dazzled and the water twinkled, starlit and promising, plumes of hot air escaping into the frigid expanse. It might’ve taken her breath away, had she not been muttering to herself about a hundred other irritations.
She had half a mind to stay back there with Goose, but instead waded her way over to the edge, peering down, and then sat on the fringe, still quite fully clothed. “Gonna be one of those fuckin’ popsicles,” she uttered, though didn’t chance a glance Iskra’s way, presuming he’d already started laughing. Once those layers were off, she figured she was a goner.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
