MELITA
The youth put her bow down, then listened intently to Adam’s directions, nodding in understanding, committing them to memory. Near the edge, big crack over the door, bench thing outside. Hopefully she’d be able to locate it fairly quickly, and not poke around too much around other stranger’s houses. “Great! I’ll be sure to find it!” rang with such confidence and aplomb that there was no refuting it, accompanied with her generous grin.They snickered and smirked though; precision amidst the crumbling stones and the snapped branches. But he didn’t mock the targets – and so she placed an easier breath into the air, nodded, gazing out over the landscape. Maybe next time she could show him the Monster Hunter Guild’s training grounds, where the targets were painted, and the space much more beneficial towards practicing and skill-building.
“Thank you!” She hollered out to him as he went and picked up the arrows left scattered amongst the grounds. The youth met him, striding over, Fangorn in tow, and snagged the remaining arrows. “I’ll see you again soon!” She winked and nodded, a wrinkle to her nose in amusement, proffering her convictions again in the shape of an impending bow – then nestled her way back through the grass, out into the sunlight.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
