M E L I T A
Melita took the opportunity with a fiery grace; striving to approach Rexanna in light, ethereal steps, hoping not to disturb the luxere. She saw a few look up and glance her way, likely trying to decide if she was a predator, a foe, or something else in between. The youth didn’t blame them, and paid courtesy to the rituals in place, while Fangorn stared, clearly venturing towards a decision of what he should do in the incoming actions. The honeybee child snagged an apple from Rexanna’s outstretched bag, and instead of tossing them towards the illuminating beasts, she gently rolled it through the long grass. It snagged against the snow-laden tendrils, and stopped a couple feet away from a cerulean-antlered luxere.
She watched as it dutifully munched, and the youth began to hum again. She would never be as mellifluous as Clementine, nor as soft spoken as her mother, but the youth tried anyway. When they didn’t flee from her tones, Melita presumed it was fine to continue, rolling another few apples to get them closer as her warble proceeded, hoping for the chance to touch one.
