MELITA
From her sitting position on the rock, she’d begun to fuss over her quiver, brushing it in front of her and checking over the contents, ensuring the normal ones had earned their place over the more fiery emblems (she had no intention of smoldering any feast before she arrived home). Not paying much attention to her surroundings, focused and fixated on plucking strands of feathers back into their rightful place, Fangorn was the one who alerted her to a new presence drifting towards them – a hiss, a growl – before she raised her head to a collection of unfamiliar, navy plumes in her sights. Her eyes widened a fraction: no bird she’d ever seen before, perhaps rare and glorious.Upon landing though, her intonations and intuition had been quite false, and before he’d shifted, perhaps she should’ve realized such an otherworldly creature had to belong to those Attuned – nothing alike here for days. She laughed, grinned, at Sunjata’s appearance, the unknown scraping at her, but accustomed to it, her sunshine smile appeared towards the man who’d proffered a history she never thought she’d know or understand. “Hello Sunjata. Was that a new form for you?” She wasn’t sure if Sunjata had always been amongst those enriched by the gods; he’d seemed the more rebellious type, not easily influence by deities and their scriptures. Perhaps he’d always had it, and she’d merely been unaware. The youth tilted her head in equal measure, curiosity bristling along both of them. “I was thinking about hunting,” shrugging, hands toying and playing with an arrow. “What are you doing out here?”
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
