watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
Melita had long since begun the stretch of drinking required for these time-honored traditions. That it was Jack’s birthday (had they celebrated that before – or did it all blur together with the rest of the LongNight bonfires?) seemed to only heighten the melee amongst the rest of the Ark crew, and so by the time she’d managed to join them in the rousing game of dice (she’d lost already but the girl was no quitter), the honeybee was very tipsy.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” By way of announcing something, leaving her post entirely, and wandering over to her bag, she rustled through a few sets of favored weapons, before coming forward with the most ridiculous, green, oversized gloves in her hands. Skipping merrily back, and blinking unsteadily, wondering when her uncle had gotten there (hadn’t they moved? Was he a mirage? Neat), she merely waited her turn before presenting the gift towards the Captain. “Here you go!”
“Oh, I almost forgot!” By way of announcing something, leaving her post entirely, and wandering over to her bag, she rustled through a few sets of favored weapons, before coming forward with the most ridiculous, green, oversized gloves in her hands. Skipping merrily back, and blinking unsteadily, wondering when her uncle had gotten there (hadn’t they moved? Was he a mirage? Neat), she merely waited her turn before presenting the gift towards the Captain. “Here you go!”
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
