05-14-2018, 11:15 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"]Where London is not difficult to find, Melantha often proves to be far more elusive. A solitary huntress, she values the peaceful quiet of isolation whilst wondering the vast plains of the tundra. It is so easy to become lost in the palace of her mind way out there in the silent nothingness. But no matter how far her mind travels, taking her all the way to the dizzying cliffs of her home, an overwhelming sense of duty always lures her back to Snowbound. As much as she misses her family, Melantha finds herself thinking more about her responsibilities to her clanmates more often than she daydreams about her valiant return to her birthplace. Is this what it's like to grow up? Replacing childish hopes with the realities and responsibilities of everyday life? If so, she does not like it.
In a rare stroke of luck, Melantha happens to pass nearby when she catches the sound of her name on the chilly breeze. The young snowseeker had been on her way to curl up and (re)read her favorite romance novel about a beautiful girl who falls in love with the farmboy and their adventures together. Although she is not proud of her shameful addiction to fairytale romances, Melantha does a poor job resisting the urge to ignore reality and disappear into the world brought to life by vivid imagery and delightful prose.
A begrudging sigh spills from parted lips as the tawny wildcat alters her course to intercept the small group beginning to gather nearby. She is not all that interested in hearing ideas or whatever, but it's her job and she will do it well. Father would be disappointed in her if she did anything less. At least London and Killua are here. She thinks of them as (sort of) friends. Mel catches onto the end of Killua's comment, and a faint smirk spreads across her lips. "It's always an honor to hear your input," comments the girl with a flourish. Not exactly teasing, but not quite serious either. Melantha has always been a purveyor of subtle humor.
She then turns her attention to Atbash. Mel feels bad for automatically assumimg the new girl was an evil demon on the day of her joining; especially since Atbash has proven to be nothing less than quiet and thoughtful. The snowseeker is not proud of her habit of letting old superstitions hinder her judgement--she is trying her hardest to overcome her backwoods stereotypes. Living alone taught her that stereotypes helped to keep her out of unnecessary danger, but she lives alone no longer. "Go ahead," she prompts with a polite nod, casually rolling back onto her haunches beside Killua and London. Melantha is somewhat curious, but her mind already wanders. Perhaps maturity will introduce an increased attention span along with the old age.
In a rare stroke of luck, Melantha happens to pass nearby when she catches the sound of her name on the chilly breeze. The young snowseeker had been on her way to curl up and (re)read her favorite romance novel about a beautiful girl who falls in love with the farmboy and their adventures together. Although she is not proud of her shameful addiction to fairytale romances, Melantha does a poor job resisting the urge to ignore reality and disappear into the world brought to life by vivid imagery and delightful prose.
A begrudging sigh spills from parted lips as the tawny wildcat alters her course to intercept the small group beginning to gather nearby. She is not all that interested in hearing ideas or whatever, but it's her job and she will do it well. Father would be disappointed in her if she did anything less. At least London and Killua are here. She thinks of them as (sort of) friends. Mel catches onto the end of Killua's comment, and a faint smirk spreads across her lips. "It's always an honor to hear your input," comments the girl with a flourish. Not exactly teasing, but not quite serious either. Melantha has always been a purveyor of subtle humor.
She then turns her attention to Atbash. Mel feels bad for automatically assumimg the new girl was an evil demon on the day of her joining; especially since Atbash has proven to be nothing less than quiet and thoughtful. The snowseeker is not proud of her habit of letting old superstitions hinder her judgement--she is trying her hardest to overcome her backwoods stereotypes. Living alone taught her that stereotypes helped to keep her out of unnecessary danger, but she lives alone no longer. "Go ahead," she prompts with a polite nod, casually rolling back onto her haunches beside Killua and London. Melantha is somewhat curious, but her mind already wanders. Perhaps maturity will introduce an increased attention span along with the old age.