melita
The notions of that hideous looking doll made her nose wrinkle; brain already deciding to pit her companions, and herself, again it, should the ugly object ever make it into the skyboat. She’d pitch it directly over the side with glee – and then if it returned from that plunge into the depths, she’d probably set it ablaze.
But those concoctions and plots could wait. They were alike when it came to some portions of their tempers; though it depended on the situation on whose might go alight first. For how long depended on many circumstances though – and Melita had already been given and granted time to weigh out the deliberations, not wholly thoroughly, but enough to go rage at Kaisel for a spell. So when Iskra scoffed, she sat still, brow arching as she ate, letting the flavors mingle together while he shook his head, seemed to get incensed for her, rather than against. It was a relief to hear some of her own depictions echoed back, just from a place of more than irritation. “Yeah, I don’t know-,” she came up with at first, swallowing down another bite and opting for a long, contemplative sip of the wine. “Like, Colt channeled me soon after, and I got to throw ducks at my uncle. Much more fun.” And she didn’t face the threat of drowning.
The weight of his disapproving gaze settled back on her thereafter, and she could feel herself immediately go rigid, spine straight and taut, body tensing, muscle memory wondering how far her weapons were. When it wasn’t directed at her, rather the stupidity of the situation, the apprehension eased, though not wholly from her ribs. “I was there when they channeled for Ronin and Hadama, at like, four in the morning. I don’t think they really care,” came on a pout; one of the opportunities for her vehemence that had been obliterated because they’d opted to just go for other demigods within the same instances. But the timing aspect, the way they didn’t seem to give a fuck about others’ lives, hadn’t fully made its way into her scope until he’d said it. “I wonder if it’s like that for the heralds too, y’know, people yanking them from whatever they’re doing.” Sleeping. Eating. The implication of other things made her blush; cheeks flushing at the thought of having a grand ol’ time with one’s partner and ending up thrown into the middle of a battle.
But then his rage seemed to be directed at the sandwich, and she breathed a little lighter, trying to find ways around not having him turn his bread to toast. Unless that worked for him. “Yeah, well. We’ll see, I guess. I talked to him about it.” She might even inquire to Remi and Ronin next, given how frequently they were pulled from their own business. “Just don’t be surprised if I’m randomly gone and then back,” she quirked with half a grin; tearing off the ends of her sandwich and granting a bite to Sila and Fangorn hovering nearby.
salvation doesn't look like light
