I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
Melita was so used to her own chaos, she assumed everyone else would find it a normal circumstance. Even complete strangers. So she gave no explanation, moving on to the current issue at large. “Eh, I’ve been using a bunch of things. Like beating it, or setting it on fire, or blasts of water…,” trailing off and counting on her fingers. There were some other things she could try though, considering her little bedlam act hadn’t worked in her favor yet. “Maybe I’ll just shoot it,” she shrugged, before drawing at her bow bracelet, letting the armament come emboldened into her fingers, snagging at one of the icy arrows in its quiver on her back.
“Well, we get a lot of it in the rain. It’s like memory snow, but y’know, somehow shittier,” she admitted with another shrug, clearly unbothered but equally eager when it came to violently pummeling something into the ground. Placing the elemental weapon on her string, she fired at a blob of mud within decent range, watching as it froze solid. “I’m Melita.”
“Well, we get a lot of it in the rain. It’s like memory snow, but y’know, somehow shittier,” she admitted with another shrug, clearly unbothered but equally eager when it came to violently pummeling something into the ground. Placing the elemental weapon on her string, she fired at a blob of mud within decent range, watching as it froze solid. “I’m Melita.”
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
