MELITA
The fields gave back haunting memories and vestiges of things that should’ve been grand, should’ve been great, only to be reduced to sheer terror and trauma. She didn’t let any of these emotions or notions show as they strode through the grounds, her staff along her hands, her grip tightening along its familiar contortions. She merely turned to Quanil, watching as they stretched, beginning to move her arms around as well, though they were never into any relaxed repose; constant, unwinding movement, a girl in motion.She nodded at their words, considering, and then brought herself in front of them. The youth assumed her own stance, grounded into the loam, set for whatever impact was coming her way. “Why don’t you show me a move? Either offensive or defensive.” Just to see where they were at knowledge and experience wise. Fangorn bounded off to the side, eager to watch.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun