MELITA
It made sense – a question for Safrin, to become Attuned, amongst the shifters. Melita had never met the goddess, but from what she’d heard she sounded delightful. Her motions had seemingly pinpointed towards Ludo often, and never Frey.Her head picked up at his next inquiry, tilting vaguely, lost in thought. “Sure!” The notions became an assemblage of a roguish grin, as she put away the pointed vector of an arrow back into its quiver, and started procuring the training ones, notched and blunted at the ends. They were strictly for training purposes, and ordinarily she didn’t go out with them – not when her intentions were to hunt and maim, bringing home ample supplies of food, or utilizing them for effective weapons. Perhaps it was mere luck today then. Her smile bloomed and radiated again, intending to ask him the meaning behind the set of words she hadn’t been granted or warranted – but then he hummed, altering again.
So now it was her turn to show off.
Leaping and launching off the rock, Fangorn still settled there, curious but not hissing, not growling, she notched one of the arrows onto her bow. Her hands drew back the string, eyes following, tracking, the movements of beautiful blue. This process could aid both of them – working on her precision, working on his speed, neither really capable of hurting the other. When the youth thought she had an opportunity, she released the taut tether and the weaponry, watching it sail through the air.
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
