MELITA
After helping to demolish the pumpkin king, Melita had seen the notice board, and a series of new pieces of parchment and papers stuck to its sanction. While she ignored about half of them (the constant swing of monarchs and sovereigns was bewildering, and if she waited until tomorrow, it would probably have already changed), Amalia’s note about an upcoming puppet show instigated a swing of delight. There was something distracting and amusing! So she and Fangorn followed the directions, heading towards the Artisan’s Guild – enthusiasm and exuberance, trademarks of her existence, fluid and riveting in her movements. They came upon a crowd, some already gathered to assist in the partaking of diversions, and her eyes peeked over heads and frames to glance at the old stage, torn fabrics, and venturing slightly closer to the table, snagging a pastry before waving and glancing at everyone else. Her gaze shifted immediately to Amalia, Remi, and Phoebe, but she couldn’t place the other two strangers. Once she’d swallowed down her food, the youth lingered from the surge of people, fire and curls maneuvering in the scene, the bright, illustrious smile beckoning for purpose and direction. “I’m here for whatever you need!” Not a demon queen today, but a wild, untamed youth, driven to assist.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
