it's lovely by the water

MELITA

Melita hid her malicious, vehement smile (something dabbled in Cheshire elements and with a fiendish glee) as she heard the familiar outcries. Something to break up the monotony – pretending as though she hadn’t wished for it moments earlier. With a diligent hum, completely unbothered by the cracking of the whip, by the display of Attuned adornments, the youth shifted her weapons into position. A draw along her arm hastened the bow from her bracelet, the grasp of her fingers over her quiver brought forth the sizzling, crackling, fiery elements, and she suddenly looked serene.

Wild. Untamed. All coiled and contained into one.

The arrow was notched in well versed practice, eyes hastening over the incoming flock, and she released the strand, waiting for the savage hit of embers and plumage.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun