MELITA
The youth, by some rarity, had yet to encounter such echo sharks, and her eyes widened briefly. “Ooh, okay,” accepting the purpose and motive automatically, unbothered and untethered by reasonable provocations. So she and her companions followed along dutifully, mind hastening to decide which weapon would be the best option (staff for up close and personal, the bow for simple obliteration).She could hear the tell-tale sounds and nuances just ahead, and nearly snorted at the way they’d embodied strangers’ outcries and alarms. It reminded her of a lot of things; LongNight, and the way the monsters had manipulated and deceived, the wayward speaking squirrels amidst the Labyrinth, begging to escort passersby to their doom, and some other factions she couldn’t quite name. She ignored the instinctual pull to try and salvage those wrecked beneath the undulations; wrinkling her nose instead. “Lovely,” she uttered, before selecting her bow, and marching along. “Are they often below the waves?”
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
