mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
“Okay, see, that wasn’t bad at all,” Melita could utter with all the confidence in the world after their skijoring runs; like she hadn’t narrowly avoided catastrophe and Kaisel hadn’t soared like he was a professional. She even donned a wicked grin for her efforts, pretending her body wasn’t wincing after the monumental attempts to not faceplant into the snow. Portions of her frame were certainly tight and she had some aches and pains where she didn’t know such muscles existed, but nonetheless, successful (no one died) efforts.
At that, she glided into Safrin’s Mirror with little hesitation. Any misgivings had been forged onward long ago due to Iskra’s influence, the power of mischief, and the incoming tales Flora surely had. Tucking her hair upwards into a messy bun and letting the crimson tassels far where they may, she launched directly into the warmth of the pool, her Ludo-inspired bikini, complete with patterns of cats, robes, and the herald’s mask, making a modest and ridiculous fashion statement all at once.
As the warm water swarmed around her and began tending to the aches, she leaned back against the edges and stone, smile beginning to build until it was a seditious and proud demeanor, casting endless curiosities towards the new demigod. “All right. Tell me everything.”
At that, she glided into Safrin’s Mirror with little hesitation. Any misgivings had been forged onward long ago due to Iskra’s influence, the power of mischief, and the incoming tales Flora surely had. Tucking her hair upwards into a messy bun and letting the crimson tassels far where they may, she launched directly into the warmth of the pool, her Ludo-inspired bikini, complete with patterns of cats, robes, and the herald’s mask, making a modest and ridiculous fashion statement all at once.
As the warm water swarmed around her and began tending to the aches, she leaned back against the edges and stone, smile beginning to build until it was a seditious and proud demeanor, casting endless curiosities towards the new demigod. “All right. Tell me everything.”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
