MELITA
Melita was one to love a challenge: the more demanding, exciting, or inspiring, the better. It was a daring provocation, a series of cycles and rhythms set to her bones, to her veins, to the spinning measures of her blood and breath, to become something other than the wayfaring honeybee, than the beckoning, boasting girl who couldn’t defend anything or anyone. She didn’t render Lily’s shrug as apologetic, but a way to serve a purpose, and her features practically glowed at the insinuations, at the promise of embarking along bridges made of remains, of becoming brave, bold, and brazen, for Lily to match the fire of her hair with the rest of her entity. “That sounds awesome!” She exuded, a fierce little thing with nothing holding her back but the weight of her own calamity, ruin, and errors, gilded eyes lingering on the bleached contortions nearby, on the suspension of marbled countenances and fallen monsters. Her fingers seared on her bow strap, playing and toying with it, as if announcing it’d have its moments too, stark, keen, and clear, whistling in the wind as they chased after demons and fiends.But as for her own motives, the youth’s exuberance was still a wild, chaotic thing, ready to chase down the world at a single notice, at a spare glance, at the slightest, lightest kindling, incensed and eager, fervent and blistering. Beneath all the smalls she was a renegade, a ruffian, a proud, victorious urchin, head stuck somewhere in the midst of assaults, sieges, bedlam, and songs. “I thought about going on an adventure,” her voice was not half-hearted by any means, but rich and vibrant, a pinnacle of boisterous intentions, her eyes lingering back on Fangorn, distracted by an insect floating by, before riveting along Lily. Perhaps today she’d challenge herself too. “Would you mind if we joined you?”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
