MELITA
Melita’s features mauled into evident confusion, brows furrowing again while the rest altered amidst bewilderment. “I mean – if I’d had my sled or something, yeah, but like, most of my stuff is built for trickery and beating shit up. Plus sometimes you guys are pulling us from places where we don’t have everything.” In so far, she’d been yet to gain something that wasn’t overtly hazardous. There were times when the wild magic ranged from mild and insubstantial, like applause or confetti, to rampant and destructive, but that was by chance, a Ludo roulette. Relying wholly on assumptions wasn’t going to get them anywhere, and she had to wonder about the broad portions of demigods…and how many times similar things like this had occurred. She diminished only a little when he confessed it’d been his first time too, and then it seemed they were both floundering over the confusion and ignorance. Still, maybe because she’d been an Accepted well before, she’d thought them all equipped and educated on some manner. Though his last comment had her eyes rolling. “You mean you don’t have to deal with the consequences after,” she snorted, huffing, still bothered but perhaps less ruffled. Barbs remained notched in her spine, but probably for her own thoughts and multitudes later, when she could pout to herself.
At least he could agree on no more ocean calling, even as he pivoted away from most of her fury. She drove onward, despite his defensive posturing, swinging her fist on a less-driving maelstrom towards his stomach. “Good.”
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4/4 Mel tries to punch Kai in the stomach.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
