M E L I T A
Melita and Fangorn made one scrutinizing round, eyes everywhere, attempting to discern which events were more to their liking, which distractions and amusements seemed the most invigorating, the most inviting, before coming back to where they’d begun. The lithe youth had already noted several shops, stalls, and games that would have to be revisited, and practically pulsed with vibrant, tenacious energy, synapses firing on all cylinders and body humming, roaming, to a fervent beat. The little vampire gourd spent the majority of his time simply trying to keep up with her.
As they came back upon the threshold and entryway, she spied a familiar figure amidst the crowd:
“Nice to see you again!” She harked, not a roar or a howl, but certainly not a whisper – her stare roaming from Vai’s warm features and to the bundle at her chest. Ah, she’d had the baby! “Congratulations!” Melita’s smile was effervescent, the kind wrapped in amiability and radiance, peeking from the edges of sunlight, tipping her head slightly to view it better. All she received in return was the top of its head, dark hair covering the surface.
