MELITA
That the weasel had been Paige all along made Melita’s eyes widen, and then she subsequently burst into laughter. “So sorry! I had no idea you were Attuned.” Now that she understood the nature of the girl before her, it seemed very appropriate for the child to be dodging and wandering amidst traffic, trying to better herself. The youth snorted, reminded of herself, once deep in the depths of childhood, without a care in the world for the hazards, for the danger, surrounding each and every corner. “There has to be an easier way than putting yourself under people’s feet though,” she answered with a half-smile.Despite all of that, Melita listened, while Fangorn waved his vines about, content with the pat. “I work for Jack on the Ark,” and she pointed to the ship in the background, docked and loaded, the rest of the crew dispersing. “I was heading towards the market to get something to eat.” A long and low growl from her stomach exalted and wandered at the claim; and she shrugged her shoulders, not even remotely embarrassed by its outcry.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
