a lion-hearted girl
Melita wondered what it’d be like to always exist in the same place. She might’ve had those notions, once, had Kisamoa not unleashed bedlam, mayhem, and death so diligently into his lies, falsehoods, and forced, forged promises. Perhaps the alternative was something far greater and grander; but she’d never know. “Is there a place outside of Torchline that’s your favorite?” Settling for the inquiry, she continued to frolic along the sands, completely indifferent to the potential thresholds of land sharks.Different kinds of spriggans made her all the more perplexed – though she settled for the semblances of a grumpy old man with a laugh. “Do you think its irritated by everyone coming here then?” Or content for the relief?
ready for a fight
MELITA
