M E L I T A
Melita wasn’t sure what to make of the pumpkin situation at first. Based on previous observations, they seemed to be a rather annoying, irritating cluster of things, rolling around with eerie eyes but incapable of bringing treachery or outright harm. They didn’t give off quite the same demonic appeal as the residents of the Rift, but she’d still been cautious around them, grabbing hold of their stems, waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then launching them off into a safe distance. A portion of her childhood had been devoted to destruction and melees surrounding ominous quandaries, but the more she watched others, the more they all seemed to settle into a pattern, a routine. Some had even conformed to games - and the nymph was quite taken with the latter.
She’d stumbled upon just such a scene, and became witness to a woman (who looked every inch a warrior, an Amazon sprung from the jungles, the fields, the deserts) fashioning some sort of makeshift amusement with sticks and gourds, knocking them askew with a rolling pumpkin. It might’ve been easier with a smoother sphere, but that likely wasn’t the point. Caught up by the idea of some entertainment (because she couldn’t recall the last time she’d laughed), the girl grabbed a few stray pumpkins and sprung towards the shield maiden’s direction, waving to both strangers (for now there were two – and despite the complete unknown entities around her, she threw caution to the wind, to the air, to the sky, plunged again with all her might and ferocity).
“Hello!” She called before she got closer and closer, all sound, motion, and movement, light and airy, ethereal and mercurial, a nature of whimsy and force if given the opportunity. The pumpkins in her hand dangled in her grasp, banging back and forth against one another, too stunned to do anything but remain motionless and dazed. “That looks like fun! Can I join you?” Her smile was a contagious, bright, blossoming thing; might’ve been made from petals and leaves if her eyes didn’t indicate audacity and wildness.
