a lion-hearted girl
“It could be worse,” Melita presumed, since…it had been before, and Caido was Caido. She shrugged her shoulders, either nonplussed by the festivities, or waiting for some eventual asspull to occur. Considering other wakes and hellholes conspired by crowds, the youth could feel, and understand, the nervous chattering rattling from Flora. Enough stories had circulated through lands by now that most should be on edge, wary. So her gaze meandered around the area, along the swamps, over the puddles, the weird and bizarre fluctuations of décor, and nodded her agreement. “Sure. Let’s head out.” The vibes were still a little off - and she might've still held her weapons a little tighter as they meandered back towards Torchline.
{Melita out!}
ready for a fight
MELITA
