knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
Nothing more was said on the matter, and she’d likely have to settle with that (not that she particularly cared for it). Maybe she’d have to ask Nate himself, see what she could snag for answers, if opposite sides had alternating viewpoints, if the world painted everyone in such an array of colors it was difficult to decide who fit where. Instead of pressing anymore, the youth understood she’d worn out her welcome on the accord and subject matter, finalizing a few final touches on Sunjata’s name and title down on the bottom of the paper.
If Kellan thought his line in the realm of pick-up mantras, he was safe from Melita, who remained completely obvious, humming softly as she brought the sketch upwards, surveying it from a different angle, pleased with what she saw. Distracted, she answered absent-mindedly, placing the drawing down to put more pressure on particular strokes. “I live with Sunjata and Nate,” and then figured…that probably wasn’t a great notion. “But I work on the Ark.” Uncertain if that was any better, considering some of her shipmates, she shrugged. “Are you finished? I’m going to hang mine up in the bar.” The resounding smirk was embedded, lacquered, and layered with devilish contortions, hands grabbing hold of a hammer, and some nails she’d tossed in her bag for this very occasion.
If Kellan thought his line in the realm of pick-up mantras, he was safe from Melita, who remained completely obvious, humming softly as she brought the sketch upwards, surveying it from a different angle, pleased with what she saw. Distracted, she answered absent-mindedly, placing the drawing down to put more pressure on particular strokes. “I live with Sunjata and Nate,” and then figured…that probably wasn’t a great notion. “But I work on the Ark.” Uncertain if that was any better, considering some of her shipmates, she shrugged. “Are you finished? I’m going to hang mine up in the bar.” The resounding smirk was embedded, lacquered, and layered with devilish contortions, hands grabbing hold of a hammer, and some nails she’d tossed in her bag for this very occasion.
Melita
