a lion-hearted girl
With no need for the raw meat, as she had some fresh stock back at home, Melita took the ample opportunity to laugh at Sugar’s mild torment – squealing and giggling as the freezing snout found her ear, shoulders rising in a noteworthy cringe. Otherwise unbothered and very much amused, the youth scratched and patted at the dragon’s head – Fangorn unwinding his vines in some shared bemusement. At Ronin’s return, and insight towards nests, another round of merriment met the pitches of the market. “Wonderful. I’ll be sure to keep something handy.” Maybe she could find some nice blankets that would’ve inevitably get torched.The statements thereafter quell anything else though, and it was back to the somber motions, and the bizarre interims that was Sunjata’s life, and all those snagged in his orbit. She wondered, very briefly, if Nate would’ve, could’ve, done the same in the Flood’s position – wincing, perhaps, at the nature of it all. Or at the Star’s statement of if he’d been asked to - ending it all right there and then.
She swallowed down something that sounded bitter, alarm raised in a swinging motion of her head back up to Ronin’s gaze, rapid, sharp, confused. “Wait. What do you mean?” Despite her predilections towards the girl initially, given the circumstances surrounding her birth, she found she didn’t mind her relative. “I thought Safrin would’ve kept her safe?” Hadn’t that been Maeve’s pledge? About the younger ones, especially one of her own? Was there something she was missing?
ready for a fight
MELITA
