MELITA
So she was correct – and this settled against her heart like a warm balm. At least Rexanna seemed to have a nice husband. As for what she did around here, other than helping or defending when she could, her brows furrowed slightly, not entirely sure how to answer. “I hunt monsters,” she supplied instead with a massive grin, before turning and twisting along with ebullience and enthusiasm, pondering over what mediums to use. His inquiry was justified; and maybe he’d shoo her out of the door when he realized just how little she’d experienced in the way of art. “I painted in the mud earlier!” This segment came across as very proud and irreverent, a haphazard little shrug granted and given, ready to be viewed upon as a tiny heathen. The youth eventually nosed her way towards some paint embedded in vibrant crimson and warm, scorching, hot hues and colors. “Can I use these?”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
