a lion-hearted girl
The staff was put away, tucked along her belt, while she offered a hand, intending to drag Aurelia off to the sidelines. No one had ever become sick during a spar before, at least not with her, and she couldn’t fathom why this had started occurring. Was something else going on with Aurelia? Her head tilted, Fangorn grumbled, extending his vines out too as they maneuvered off towards a vacant bench.At the inquiry, Melita’s brows furrowed. “I don’t have any magic.” She didn’t take it as an accusation; the youth simply wasn’t capable of it, hadn’t ever wielded it from her form –
Oh.
A dawning wave steadily rose over her thoughts, the realization burning through her memories. Her gaze flickered immediately to her chosen weapon, with a soft sigh and a grimace following. “It might’ve been my staff. I’m sorry, I forgot it could cause hallucinations.” The youth hadn’t utilized it in so long, the side effects hadn’t even immersed themselves in her brain – and she’d begun without Aurelia even there, swinging away. She tilted her head, studying Aurelia, and then hastening Fangorn off to find a glass of water. “Are you feeling any better?” Wouldn’t it cease without the constant pummeling?
ready for a fight
MELITA
