[Se] I need color

Melita

I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles

Her nose might’ve taken on a permanent wrinkle if she was forced to be forbearing all the more. With the bouts of restlessness, she’d taken to patting her hands along the ground, amusing herself with movements and motions, and by the time Fangorn was mentioned, though about annoying him into something entertaining. Adhering to the task, of just..watching, she practiced the efforts and recorded vigilance again. One of the gourd’s vines snaked around, smoothing out the sand (with minor indentations), and then ensuring the thin stones were ready.

Then her eyes would only go to the fire, stoking it on occasion by moving a stick or two. “It’s very hard to be patient,” she muttered.

and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me