Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Melita was indeed on this particular skyship, fresh-faced, excited, and ebullient. Maybe it was because she’d been asked to help. Maybe it got her out of any potential doldrums. Maybe she was merely felt the notions of potential danger (and for that reason, left the companions at home), even if it was just “litter picking”.
Stepping off and thanking the workers politely, the youth looked about until she saw the familiar figures of Ronin and Remi, granting them a vibrant, boisterous wave, before bounding forth, parting out of the maneuvering crowd. “Hello!” She prospered and chirped to each, granting a wide grin, the fervent and restless energy of youth clambering about her motions as she hitched her bag further up her shoulder. “What’s the plan?”
Stepping off and thanking the workers politely, the youth looked about until she saw the familiar figures of Ronin and Remi, granting them a vibrant, boisterous wave, before bounding forth, parting out of the maneuvering crowd. “Hello!” She prospered and chirped to each, granting a wide grin, the fervent and restless energy of youth clambering about her motions as she hitched her bag further up her shoulder. “What’s the plan?”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
