Melita was a silly little thing, but silly little things could often stir pots, raise their chins in defiance, and circumvent structures simply because. Her impulsive desires and impetuous nature brought her straight to the notice board and the enlistment signings, but not as herself.
She made Fangorn stay at home. She’d managed to braid her long locks into braids, twist them into a bun, and then place them beneath a hat. She’d bound her breasts beneath her clothing, flattening them out as best she could. The youth couldn’t do much about her other feminine qualities, but she shifted her walk to something more masculine, tucked her hands in her trousers, and made her way to the notice board.
She didn’t glance at anyone she knew; not intending to break character. She strode up to the sign, ignoring the guards, presenting herself as another, though when it came time for her to apply a name, a male’s, she could only think of one.
He won’t mind, she snickered.
In neat lines, likely never his actual handwriting, she printed:
Iskra Firestorm, (then allowed the rest to not be a lie), 18, Accepted .
There. Try and stop her now.
She made Fangorn stay at home. She’d managed to braid her long locks into braids, twist them into a bun, and then place them beneath a hat. She’d bound her breasts beneath her clothing, flattening them out as best she could. The youth couldn’t do much about her other feminine qualities, but she shifted her walk to something more masculine, tucked her hands in her trousers, and made her way to the notice board.
She didn’t glance at anyone she knew; not intending to break character. She strode up to the sign, ignoring the guards, presenting herself as another, though when it came time for her to apply a name, a male’s, she could only think of one.
He won’t mind, she snickered.
In neat lines, likely never his actual handwriting, she printed:
Iskra Firestorm, (then allowed the rest to not be a lie), 18, Accepted .
There. Try and stop her now.
