[DROP] through the mist, through the woods

Melita

I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles

Jack coming up beside her meant the youth was ready for some kind of eyerolling, scolding, or general pissiness she’d come to expect from the captain. She didn’t even bother to snort at his retort, heaving her weapons further along her shoulders, intent and ready for anything. “It hardly ever does,” she muttered in return; not wanting to be as pessimistic as him, but given the situation, the circumstances – she’d seen this level of shit before.

And then the howling continued, persisted, and she uttered a low sigh under her breath. “I’m going this way,” she nodded her head towards the branches, informing Jack, and then pilfering her way through with Fangorn.

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Melita chooses the branches path!

and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me