MELITA
Melita still skipped, still bounded, still chased down the dusk and the heavenly beacons of lights, scattered amongst boughs and branches, dancing in time and step to the cadence of other movers and dancers – but she’d learned from Fiat Lux. While her bag was settled on her shoulder, gifts ready to be extended, her weapons were also with her, one hand clutched around her staff, never far from her side, and her quiver of arrows bouncing against her back with every motion. Better to be safe than sorry. Better to be ready to defend, then one more sitting duck in a crowd of well-wishers. She might’ve been a slow learner, but the girl learned regardless. Fangorn kept close to her ankles, and together they swarmed along the gathering space, not quite settling, but maneuvering all around the sanction, looking for some individuals in particular.She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
