MELITA
Lucky, enduring, a survivor – Melita glanced fondly down at the vampire gourd in her arms, as Fangorn grumbled and hissed again in favor of Harper’s tones. Her eyes lifted back to Harper again after the final statement, the passing of moments and diversions, back to prior antics and endeavors. “Let me know if you ever fancy another fight,” she laughed, wild and carefree, but meaning the statement just the same, a shrug in her light ambience, in her mud-spattered existence. Then she scooped up the rest of her belongings, bestowing another nod to the man, and lowered Fangorn back down to the ground, so he could traverse and bobble around on his own. And with a wave, they were both gone, vanquishing and vanishing along roads and paths, hopefully to take a bath and wash out the muck and grime.- FIN
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
