Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Melita preened at Aithne 's admiration and approval, features going upwards in a moment so seditious and proud she might’ve looked like some superior cat. “Why, thank you. And I can absolutely show you the cannons some time.” Ordinarily she might even strive for it here, but this seems to be a more somber affair, or she’s just riddled with apprehension over weather, and she can imagine whomever is about to have their lantern selected wouldn’t enjoy her stealing any portion of the show. Especially when it was to simply be obnoxious. Time and place.
Her grin was just as Cheshire as Aithne pointed out the glitter stuck to Iskra ’s hair, not even muffling her laugh, and quite unbothered with the notion of payback. “Do your worst,” she scoffed (because then she’d do her’s, and it would go back and forth in a rallying force of asinine potential). Batting her eyelashes at his ominous warning, her eyes eventually rounded back over to the world around them, as the lanterns began to snuff out, one by one by one, until her favored deity seemed to select Sohalia from the onlookers. Probably no drama there though, even if it’d been stirred up recently in other areas.
Her grin was just as Cheshire as Aithne pointed out the glitter stuck to Iskra ’s hair, not even muffling her laugh, and quite unbothered with the notion of payback. “Do your worst,” she scoffed (because then she’d do her’s, and it would go back and forth in a rallying force of asinine potential). Batting her eyelashes at his ominous warning, her eyes eventually rounded back over to the world around them, as the lanterns began to snuff out, one by one by one, until her favored deity seemed to select Sohalia from the onlookers. Probably no drama there though, even if it’d been stirred up recently in other areas.
Melita
