Her uncle had mentioned being channeled – the way it would sweep one outwards within an instant. Lacking that experience, save for the conversation, Melita wasn’t certain if she’d like it or not. Her brow furrowed, contemplating those exact notions. “They hate it? Why?” Was it the potential for all hours calls and summons? That she could understand – but she didn’t have the same sort of magic they did, and unless someone was like her…she couldn’t quite fathom why many would want her tactics. “But deal!” That way, she could be prepared for the inevitable, in case it truly did rankle at her.
The more thoughtful intrigues made her quieter; pondering over Hadama and the sudden bout of wanting to be done. Melita was allergic to the mere thought of responsibility. She enjoyed the relish of freedom and liberation, to do whatever she wanted (within reason, one supposed), and no political disposition hovering over her like a gods damned noose. “That sucks,” she managed, pouting for her friend. “But if you’re enjoying it, I suppose it worked out in the end.” Just as long as no other fucking shit was going to crop up within the interim.
The offer unfurling though was immediately met with an adamant snort. “Appreciated, but gods no. I don’t know how you all stay sane.” Maybe they didn’t and that was the true secret.
Enzo was clearly a more decent topic, and the Honeybee could import some of her focus on the rigging while Flora explained, snorting as she imagined bubble wrap and all hands-on guard. If she could’ve dug through time and space and realms to claim her own sister back, she would’ve. And then done everything in her power to ensure her safety, again and again and again, with claws and teeth and demolition. “I get that.” And hopefully they wouldn’t end up ass deep in war again.
Tying off another section, she nodded. “Once. Met him at Ludo’s shrine. I think he was trying to charm me,” at which she wrinkled her nose; never quite so easily swayed. “Easy to see how you’re related,” winking, meaning it more complimentary than anything else, she laughed. “I’m glad you’ll have him back.”
The more thoughtful intrigues made her quieter; pondering over Hadama and the sudden bout of wanting to be done. Melita was allergic to the mere thought of responsibility. She enjoyed the relish of freedom and liberation, to do whatever she wanted (within reason, one supposed), and no political disposition hovering over her like a gods damned noose. “That sucks,” she managed, pouting for her friend. “But if you’re enjoying it, I suppose it worked out in the end.” Just as long as no other fucking shit was going to crop up within the interim.
The offer unfurling though was immediately met with an adamant snort. “Appreciated, but gods no. I don’t know how you all stay sane.” Maybe they didn’t and that was the true secret.
Enzo was clearly a more decent topic, and the Honeybee could import some of her focus on the rigging while Flora explained, snorting as she imagined bubble wrap and all hands-on guard. If she could’ve dug through time and space and realms to claim her own sister back, she would’ve. And then done everything in her power to ensure her safety, again and again and again, with claws and teeth and demolition. “I get that.” And hopefully they wouldn’t end up ass deep in war again.
Tying off another section, she nodded. “Once. Met him at Ludo’s shrine. I think he was trying to charm me,” at which she wrinkled her nose; never quite so easily swayed. “Easy to see how you’re related,” winking, meaning it more complimentary than anything else, she laughed. “I’m glad you’ll have him back.”
melita
then I became the fire
