MELITA
She hadn’t thought her appearance would’ve raised alarm, sprite convictions, fey attributes; the wild, impulsive, impetuous regard long since entangled, woven, in between veins and skin, flesh and bone, a living, breathing aspect of her existence. Too much spirit, too much savagery, too much archaic need for outside air, relishing the motion along her lungs, along her frame, along her figure, might have contributed to the inquiries, to the uncertainty laden before her – a stranger with ivory hair, as if laden and sketched by ghosts. Is everything okay? rushed over the youth’s senses, and she slowed, pondering if she’d somehow instigated, showed, or displayed danger – releasing the hard grasp on her staff, allowing it to interplay along her hands and fingers. Please be safe was likely a statement she’d heard too many times before, and never truly listened to or acknowledged – brazen, audacious, fortune favoring the bold, until it didn’t.“Hi! Everything’s fine!” She nodded, a press of her untamed locks flying in the wind, as she came closer, gilded eyes inspecting the reaches of the bone bridge, of the mud puddles suddenly being turned, twisted, outlined, and sketched into something far more noble than she could concoct. Even now, the girl used the end of her staff to push aside more muck off the bridge’s wake. “I’m Melita. Who are you?” New faces, new strangers; she might’ve seen him in LongNight’s press, had she not been so distracted and so beleaguered by everything else going on around them. Liberation and freedom had held a certain semblance over her now, a return to normalcy, to seditious actions, to the wake of other things.
Then she crouched, inspecting the drawings further, Fangorn at her heels, pausing to sniff at everything else nearby. “These are great,” she smiled, she beamed, like traces of the sun, one of her fingers extending to another puddle, mimicking his movements and motions, except hers was a crudely outlined pumpkin, fanged like her corresponding gourd companion.
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
