Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Rolling her shoulders as the bruise tightened, Melita would simply have to ice it later or wander into the healing fountain. Maybe both. Eventually. Seeing as how she didn’t rampage off in that moment, it was probably fine, and she accepted the offer of water with aplomb. “Thank you,” taking only a few sips, but hoping to stave off the remainder of the headache.
Handing it back to the Attuned, she twisted the staff back and forth in her hands, clearly toiling over something. “There’s always a need for protection in Caido,” and she shrugged, not feeding into the notions – but Sohalia would likely know, given some of the circumstances she’d found herself within. “Let me know if you ever want to spar again though.”
Handing it back to the Attuned, she twisted the staff back and forth in her hands, clearly toiling over something. “There’s always a need for protection in Caido,” and she shrugged, not feeding into the notions – but Sohalia would likely know, given some of the circumstances she’d found herself within. “Let me know if you ever want to spar again though.”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
