MELITA
Perhaps it was good for Torchline to have Melita on their side, since occasionally, she defeated monsters, and could be much of one herself. Depending on the day.She’d stretched her limbs out against the morning gales and sea breeze, contemplating checking out some more colorful rocks to add to her ridiculous collection, with Fangorn close behind and Sila along the wind. The copper youth unfurled her wings and rode the air like the tides, and she seemed peaceful, content, rather than shy and awkward, so the Honeybee didn’t bother the angles of liberation.
Instead, her attention piqued when geysers began to erupt on the horizon. Not a completely normal experience – or at least, not one she’d seen in a while. Brows furrowed, curiosity and nosiness activated, she and her duo launched forward. Imagination peeled and experience bound, she pondered if it was some newfound cretin she could demolish and unfurl.
Until she realized who it was. “Oh, it’s you,” she announced by way of a shrug, as if nothing was amiss to see Hadama practicing amidst the pools of color. Perhaps she should’ve been calling him something else now, given the bizarre political exchanges (were they getting a new leader? What was going on anyway?), but thought better of it. “What’re you doing?”
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
