MELITA
Eternally unaware, as if ignorance was another weapon she wielded, embedded and unfurled from her essence, upon receiving the note, she leapt to her weapons, to her bags, to anything else she thought necessary, and hurried about on her way. She had no idea about anything at all – had missed the Notice Board’s inferno damnation about Lusea’s disappearance, eluded to naught at all but a skip and a jump along the residences, maneuvering along the streets with her usual, ebullient, exuberant demeanor. Fangorn didn’t trail behind today, but in her arms instead, grumbling lowly every time she executed an unnecessary launch over a puddle, the hum and tune along her tongue ensuring she never heard the complaints. Always eager to help, the youth knocked only once to announce her presence, before striding, gliding right in, face and features enriched with an undaunted boldness, displaying her eagerness, her willingness, her aptitude for assistance. “Here I am!” She proudly proclaimed, arms lifted in the air with Fangorn caught in the hold of her hands, hissing until she let him down upon the floor to poke and nose around. Her eyes went straight to Sunjata’s back, tilting her head only a fraction along the light as she glanced over what was occupying his attention. “What did you need?” She chirped and chirruped, making herself at home, plopping her bag down in place, her smile only dimming slightly, her brows only furrowing minutely, as her eyes finally pinpointed on the lantern. Suspicions rankled and etched their way down her spine, but she waited for confirmation before the breath pooled out of her lungs.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
