You're made to make it out again

stars in the skin

Confetti and cannon fire burst along the allogator again, and it spun in the enchantments’ direction. Not swiftly, however, giving both of them ample time to find either higher ground or simply maneuver out of its path as it roared. Arrows diminished it once more, and it was almost as though they were cats playing with their food, but that wouldn’t have been much different from Melita’s usual hunting style.

Why Sohalia would talk shit about Colt seemed to be the underlying layer, but after everything they’d discussed within prior conversations, it might not have much mattered. Trust had been lost, fumbled, and extinguished on a single statement, and for all the offers the Accepted had unfurled, they’d been discarded and disregarded. Not worth pursuing. Not worth chasing. “Still dumb,” Melita remarked, nose wrinkling, shaking her head as she watched the confetti cling to the monster’s scaly skin. “And there’s plenty here in Caido that don’t have a council, and they seem to be running things fine.” Her uncle, the Warden in Halo, Flora for a little while…and though she could understand Colt would want some damned help in that hellhole, she might have enough to get her by and started, then go about her own business. “Or maybe someone will step up.”

Allogator: 552/1266

Melita

and fire, iron, scales