[SE] really rings a bell

girls can be dangerous and still win

Venturing to King’s End had been simple – along air routes and maneuvering winds before she’d settled the Firecracker by Sunjata’s house and then went to bother him in town. There were hordes to talk about, but Melita chose to focus on one in particular while they perused the merchandise nearby.

The stalls themselves weren’t wholly plentiful, understandable, given the time of day and season, but she’d paused every so often, sample wares or hold her hands behind her back, the picture of innocence while her mind navigated several avenues, then burst upon one without a second thought. “Heard Colt talked to you,” she offered as a thread, eyes glancing at her uncle once with a slight smile, hoping it was because the Accepted had apologized and not railroaded something else.

Melita

she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in

// i'm not so good with tenses //

Luckily for them, it isn’t snowing terribly hard today. It’s enough to blot out the sky but the flakes that fall are relatively small in the grand scheme, unlikely to pile up too quickly on the walkways through New Haven. And with the shoveling and attention put on it for this season, he can very clearly see the glimmer of gold veining throughout the cobblestones as they walk – distracted by the thread that Melita offers.

His silver gaze flits up, scanning over to his niece as he nods and slows by a stall that has a variety of trinkets for the coldest season. “She did, yeah.” He hums, picking up a warm scarf to inspect, black and emerald yarn used to do interlocking designs. “She helped me with my quest from Frey.” And it had descended into a bad trip, which.. Honestly, was exactly what the Heartless needed, even if it had left him feeling relatively helpless in the moment. "Did she say anything about it?"

the Heartless

// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //