MELITA
For as frequent as Melita fought – in many situations – she’d rarely, if ever, ventured towards the barracks. She wasn’t keen on any sort of organization or regimented outlook. Following orders, unless they were by Flora, other friends and family, and Ludo, were also infrequent; she’d learned how to survive long enough to ensure she had multiple skills across a range of weapons. Plus the thought of listening to someone lecture her didn’t seem even remotely appealing – the likelihood of tuning them out was far too high anyway.So when she walked by the training grounds she only took a glance over – recognizing some of the soldiers who meandered through, but not bothering to say anything. Skipping along though, she noticed Kaisel in the lineup, and she gave him a brief wave. “Hey!” she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth to ensure the sound traveled, attention granted. “Don’t ever fucking channel me in the ocean again!”
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
