mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Giving her uncle another cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, her attention drifted back and forth, from her lovely new doodle to the conversation flowing around her. Head tilting at Iskra’s inquiry, her mind tried to concoct vague memories around it. Not being directly involved in that fiasco had its glories too. “Uhhh, I think they got ousted by the invading forces…then Ru ended up in the Greatwood and had Flora and Enzo…,” her eyes narrowed as she thought over the complexities and timeline, figuring Sunjata would know more and fill in some of those blanks. “Did Noah not like you much or something?” Granted, there could be multitudes for why that was – the Sentinel always struck her as a prim and proper little lordling. Might’ve been the Vi influence.
Giving her doodle a Vi-themed walking staff on that bout of inspiration, she leaned further onto the table, snagging another bite of her chicken. Though her eyes did go back to the Flood…well, the Heartless, at the currying of said ex-demi-god’s favor, not certain he would ever have any need. Nor desire, in all likelihood.
Giving her doodle a Vi-themed walking staff on that bout of inspiration, she leaned further onto the table, snagging another bite of her chicken. Though her eyes did go back to the Flood…well, the Heartless, at the currying of said ex-demi-god’s favor, not certain he would ever have any need. Nor desire, in all likelihood.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
