a lion-hearted girl
Huffing a little under the strain of not being able to battle-ax her way through the situation, Melita opted to continue digging and muttering to herself. Another’s approach didn’t go out of her attention, not with two companions close at hand, but she didn’t give the demigod much of her presence until he loomed over. Pausing momentarily in her haphazard haste, her head inclined upwards, staring back at the Forsaken. She hadn’t seen him in quite some time, probably before the war, and so addressing him came with all the casual manner she had at her disposal. “Oh, hey Noah.” Sila crawled immediately behind her, and Fangorn waved his viney tendrils. “Planting.” Obviously. Maybe.
Shrugging her shoulders, she arched her brow in his direction before attending back to the modest hole. “What are you doing?”
ready for a fight
MELITA
