it's lovely by the water

MELITA

Well, so much for that thought.

Her nose wrinkled further as the fly made its way out of Locke’s mouth. Gross. “Sorry,” she grimaced, shrugging her shoulders as if to alleviate the suggestion’s roots out of the way. Maybe it would only be time, and time alone, to alleviate the curse. Unfortunate for Locke in the meantime, however.

With that though, she ensured her weapons were all in place, checking over the quiver on her shoulder, the daggers along her calves, hidden by the hems of her dress, before nodding and grabbing hold of more buckets. “There’ve been gore crows here before,” in case neither of the other individuals had run into them. A distinct bird anyway, given its tactics of shouting out meat.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun