MELITA
A rare turn of events indeed, that Melita’s composure managed to maintain the unicorn in her hold. Though, she’d probably have to give most of the credit to her stalwart steed, who seemed completely unflappable – tolerating her and molten tigers nearby. So it was with great surprise that she found herself with her charge and the others’ hastening to take off. But with herd animals, there was a chance, an implication, they’d want to remain with their brethren, so she whispered in haste to the others. “I’m going to go this way,” pointing towards the left. “Maybe if we flank them, and then one goes in the middle, they’ll be tempted to come back to the group?”
Shrugging her shoulders, figuring it couldn’t be too much worse, she angled her unicorn and mount in the direction she indicated, with a slow and steady stride.
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Melita offers some direction.
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
