MELITA
Notices upon notices, and despite her closeness with Nate, the firecracker youth wasn’t about to watch as the Voice manifested a cure – not with her own petty thoughts and feelings immersed upon the blight episodes. She willingly followed Oliver, however, on notions of other ways, other methods, alternatives that didn’t relegate to the New Gods’ ministrations. That’d be enough, surely.
She didn’t allow her thoughts to manifest in any other direction, an established, stern line to her jaw as she practically stomped her way over, Fangorn bumbling behind, intermingling and entangling with the Tundra exploits, and then the heat of the Climb itself. The wild, tempestuous thing had yet to wander her way into Frey’s Breath – having gone into the world of waterfalls before, and the bizarre cathedral structure. This would be another entanglement of adventures. “Ready when you are,” she proclaimed and announced, striding forward, onward, into the threshold. “Do you know what they look like?”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
