05-04-2018, 02:22 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]The sight of Harrison’s tiny body flying towards an unknown and potentially dangerous newcomer nearly causes Melantha to faint from panic. All she can think is that Harrison will be captured and held against his will, perhaps even eaten or killed. But things do not turn out that way. Instead of the worst case events, Atbash warmly adresses the rambunctious child with a purr. As much as Melantha is resistant to the idea of letting down her guard, she must admit that the stranger has proved her trustworthiness simply by being kind to Harrison. Begrudgingly, the young female abandons her offensive stance. Perhaps the demon is more harmless than she originally thought. This does not mean that she is letting down her guard, however. She’s just being...less aggressive. ”Yes, you were quite ferocious,” hums Mel in a much softer tone than she used to address Atbash. Children are her only weakness—she absolutely adores them. ”I nearly screamed, myself.” A faint smile flickers across her features. Harrison’s heart is in the right place, but she hopes that he will soon learn discretion in his behavior lest a seemingly innocent interaction turns horribly wrong.
Finally, she returns her attention to the savannah cat on the border. Melantha doesn’t want to believe this stranger is harmless, but she knows that is just her paranoia and superstition talking. It’s okay to be cautious, but she knows that these behaviors must be overcome if she is to truly become comfortable in Snowbound. ”Welcome to Snowbound, Atbash,” she says in as pleasant tone as she can manage, though it’s obviously forced. Friendliness is not an area she is skilled in. ”My name is Melantha.” She could continue talking, but she is sure that Jacob will take over in that department. The chief is a lot kinder than Mel could ever hope to be.
Finally, she returns her attention to the savannah cat on the border. Melantha doesn’t want to believe this stranger is harmless, but she knows that is just her paranoia and superstition talking. It’s okay to be cautious, but she knows that these behaviors must be overcome if she is to truly become comfortable in Snowbound. ”Welcome to Snowbound, Atbash,” she says in as pleasant tone as she can manage, though it’s obviously forced. Friendliness is not an area she is skilled in. ”My name is Melantha.” She could continue talking, but she is sure that Jacob will take over in that department. The chief is a lot kinder than Mel could ever hope to be.