Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Digging into the cliffside. Leave it to both of them to make even building a house complicated.
If Melita had any other scruples or abilities at her disposal for the task, she might be less irritated about it. However, she lacked magical incantations (earth enchantments would do wonders here, likely capable of carving into the hillside with little effort), and she had no predilection towards summoning a god or a herald to take care of the task. Her arrows and staff weren’t suitable here.
Just damned hard work.
She rolled up her sleeves, and grabbed ahold of a shovel, snickering a little at the poor workers assigned to her. “Looks like we’re going to be digging.” A ruffian smirk, and a sharp inhale, and off they went, to carve their portion of the hillside – shovels pinpointed into the ground, strength eager and ready to adhere, to alleviate dirt, loam, and stone.
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Mel’s going for the good old fashioned way of digging with shovels!
If Melita had any other scruples or abilities at her disposal for the task, she might be less irritated about it. However, she lacked magical incantations (earth enchantments would do wonders here, likely capable of carving into the hillside with little effort), and she had no predilection towards summoning a god or a herald to take care of the task. Her arrows and staff weren’t suitable here.
Just damned hard work.
She rolled up her sleeves, and grabbed ahold of a shovel, snickering a little at the poor workers assigned to her. “Looks like we’re going to be digging.” A ruffian smirk, and a sharp inhale, and off they went, to carve their portion of the hillside – shovels pinpointed into the ground, strength eager and ready to adhere, to alleviate dirt, loam, and stone.
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Mel’s going for the good old fashioned way of digging with shovels!
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
