a lion-hearted girl
Stepping down from the skyboat, which she would love to use just about every day out of sheer enjoyment and amusement, her eyes took in the Sidhe Village. She’d been here only a couple times before, and most of it had been on business (or making snowmen). Without Maeve there with her though, it felt as if she wasn’t truly supposed to be here, and that unsettling feeling continued to crawl down her spine as she drifted further down the market-square. So she perused a few stalls, putting on an air of pretenses of calm and composure, when her eyes were really just looking for one person in particular.After a few seconds, the honeybee realized she probably should’ve sent a note instead of impulsively launching upon a skyboat, but then again, that tracked all her other actions to date. Quickly grabbing hold of some paper in her bag, and Fangorn grumbling (and rollng his eyes) at her antics down by her ankles, she jotted down a miniature letter on a piece of charcoal for Ronin, and then went to ask a few Fae where he could be found, if it could be delivered. And that there was a promise of muffins for the occasion.
ready for a fight
MELITA
