it's lovely by the water

MELITA

Oh, this was her element now. Wicked and precise, driven to nothing but that feral, instinctive, savage pinpoint – it hastened in her blood and coiled in her veins. No need for Attuned adornments when sometimes the howls stirred in her regardless; notching back the arrow. Ready to fire another, again and again, a returning volley of savagery.

Fangorn whipped out his vines in case any got too close, became too near, but Melita was focused, honed, diligent. Trained with her defiance, with her meticulous drive for sedition, she pulled back the strands once more – intending to send this particular one closer to the crows stalking Locke (waiting for the fire, the flames, for the burst of feathers again).

Just in case.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun