MELITA
The Honeybee was more than an archer, but the notion would do for now. “We can,” and she shrugged, gesturing forward, towards trails she’d thought she’d once known. “Figured I could hunt in the meantime too,” and if they found a worthy target, then she’d be all the more pleased; capable of taking it home via the skyport and hastening back home without much delay.Her eyes narrowed slightly at his name though, because she did recognize that. “Maeve’s kid?” Waiting for some mode of response, and ignoring the Darkling unless he ventured too close to her own companions (and craved being blasted away for the effort), her head tilted vaguely, before she started moving again, light steps arching their way through the snow. “I’m Melita.” Pointing back towards the vampire gourd following in her tracks, she figured she’d introduce her stalwart souls too. “That’s Fangorn,” and then shrugging her shoulders so the little dragon maneuvered outward, she snagged at the bronze scales. “And Sila.”
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
