Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Considering Melita’s usual routine of target practice was to make the most janky looking outfitting of rocks, sticks, twigs, and anything else she could get her hands on, the training grounds was far more awe-inspiring. She spied and watched for a few minutes as Aidon seemed to be adjusting things, eyes going towards some targets she recognized (fairly certain more than one was Sunjata), and then approached with her two companions trailing behind. “Hello,” she uttered to the Queen and dragon. “What are we working on today?” Specifically – what weapons and armaments – she could do a great many things with distance, speed, and refinement.
Melita
