a lion-hearted girl
Arms outstretched, a few frolicking skips and hops followed, nodding along at the question. “Mhm. I come from Helovia, in a land called the Dragon’s Throat.” The namesake probably explained everything about her characteristics anyway – it had settled right into the core of her childhood, and carried on from there in the spirit of her existence. But then she had to attend to actually listening, hastening after Maeve’s pinpointed directions with a sharp jerk of her chin and a frenetic, chaotic stride. “What was it like, when you came here before?” Melita had fought off a skeleton monster with Ronin – and some other, not so great, mixed results in death and delusion, the last time they’d circumvented the sands.
ready for a fight
MELITA
