a lion-hearted girl
She kept her head very low down, purposefully, intending for her concentration to rankle and rivet over the doll, and not the potential onslaught, the brutal, rancorous memories coursing through her mind. “It turned people into monsters.” Where this past sickness had them delirious, feverish, and so horrifically lost, the blight had been segmented into barbarity, into onslaughts of beasts and vehemence, into the chaotic reminder that it hadn’t taken much at all for her to lose control. “Supposedly it spread due to her influence. None of the Ascended became sick.” Her hands fixated over fixing the rags adorning the Ludo doll, and then distracted entirely, searching for the ivory shells fitting for a mask.Melita only brought her gaze back up to his at his surprise – snorting at the way he fell over the offer. The honeybee had been to more than enough shrines, had never feared anything from kneeling down before altars and extending gifts – save for the first few intervals, recalling Kisamoa, or when immediately after recovering from the blight, believing she was a wicked, cruel being, sobbing into silence.
But then again, she also wasn’t Abandoned, and hadn’t been cursed, or played a game where she’d lost so easily. Saiden’s uncertainty and trepidation was understandable, and she could seek to ease that burden. “You wouldn’t need to,” she handwaved off the offer of favors; finally finding a shell to perfectly complement the porcelain adorned across the herald’s features.
ready for a fight
MELITA
