MELITA
Her eyes might’ve widened at the shout in return, turning her head back to regard the stranger. “What kind of job?” She called back, on the winds of curiosity and intrigue, on the basking potential for a ship (the Ark) along horizons and waves, a semblance of excitement pulsing and enthralling under her skin. Immediate temptation and enticement, an unwavering pull in her impetuous, reckless footholds; relishing an intake of breath as her thoughts ran rampant. She didn’t have too many ties here, not really, no occupation except a monster hunter, and it’d been so long since she’d done any of that (especially with Kiada leading the guild; avoiding the newly built threshold as if it held the plague). Only Sunjata for kin, and he was content, busy, with his constant swing of flavors of the week wandering through the bar. He needed to get his shit together, but maybe he didn’t require her for that.Maybe she could find something for herself.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
