melita
Finishing off her sandwich, she brushed her hands together, mind reeling back to the times she’d contained the channeling portions. “Depends on preferences, I guess,” she shrugged, knowing hers had been vastly different from those simply channeling at end of seasons or because they wanted to use those opportunities when and where they could. But the act itself almost didn’t seem to matter, nor the people involved – and it left Melita wondering if the rest of the masses simply saw the demigods as another tool. She found she didn’t quite like that thought either, and the juxtaposition, parallels, and nonsense made her brows furrow, coming together on a sigh as she grabbed for her bag.
She paused to snort and laugh at his inquiry though. “No, not at all.” Given how they’d handled her presence at all, especially Kaisel, she expected little to nothing. Though she winked at his regard, preening and raising her chin in a seditious manner, ensuring that crown looked like it belonged there.
Whipping out her surprise, a very nice cheesecake that had somehow managed to survive the trip and all her running and jostling, she presented it with a flourish. “Ta-da! And then we can use the berries as a topping!” Layering it out along the quilt and rocks, she was grateful for his addition to foolishness, rather than further contributing to the morose mood settling through her shoulders; peeks of the sun, when and where she could. “A pose? You’ll have to give me some ideas.” If there was a hint of a smirk, it was wholly intentional.
salvation doesn't look like light
