05-13-2018, 12:01 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"]Saying that Melantha is a little protective over Jacob is a massive understatement. She is not quite sure when the feelings began to develop, but there is no denying how strong they have become. Perhaps it is his kindness that won her over; the gentle thoughtfulness woven into every aspect of his life which convinced her that it was not just a facade. When Mel first arrived in Snowbound, the girl was convinced that he must be an angel. No one person can possibly so gentle, so intelligent, so wonderful. People like Jacob are rare in a world which only seeks to harm. Melantha is young, younger than Jacob, and already her life's experiences have made her cynical. She is suspicious and paranoid, always looking for ulterior motives. The Chief is not perfect, she knows that, but in her perspective, he has triumphed over the things that seek to corrupt his heart. Mel is envious of his qualities, but she is also committed to protecting them.
Very few individuals are awake in the hours between dusk and dawn. Melantha is among the few. This makes it easy to detect when something is wrong, which much credit going to the long, echoing tunnels of Snowbound's camp. Preferring the shadow of night to the blaring glare of the day, the young huntress performs most of her hunting and patrolling duties now rather than having to suffer in the daytime. She has just risen from the comfort of her nest when she hears worried voices reverberating through the stone halls. Hmm? Who is up at this time? Rather than searching for an exit, large paws propel the lithe predator towards the source of the commotion. Although her curiosity is already piqued, the sound of Jacob's name being used is what spurs her into action. Mel does not even stop to think. The tones of the people's voices are concerned, worried. That means she should be worried, too.
"What is going on?" asks the girl as she bursts onto the scene, dropping her weight to her haunches as she slides to a stop. Sagacious olive eyes sweep over the gathered party: Killua (her gaze lingers for a moment), Stark, Jerseyboy, and Jacob...on the ground. Jersey is saying something about lavender and thyme. That is for anxiety, right? "I'll grab them," says the huntress, only moments after she asked what happened. Melantha is a person of action. If someone offers a logically-sound solution, she acts on it. Both lavender and thyme are harmless herbs, more or less. And if Jacob is having a panic attack, they should help soothe him. Mel retrieves the aforementioned remedies from their storage containers and brings them back to Jersey and Jacob. "What do we do now?" she asks no one in particular. Melantha is no healer. She knows basic first aid and how to identify plants. But their exact uses? How to prepare them? She is a hunter, not a healer. Her plain visage is that of stone, but it is clear from her furrowed brow that she is far more upset by the situation than she is letting on.
Very few individuals are awake in the hours between dusk and dawn. Melantha is among the few. This makes it easy to detect when something is wrong, which much credit going to the long, echoing tunnels of Snowbound's camp. Preferring the shadow of night to the blaring glare of the day, the young huntress performs most of her hunting and patrolling duties now rather than having to suffer in the daytime. She has just risen from the comfort of her nest when she hears worried voices reverberating through the stone halls. Hmm? Who is up at this time? Rather than searching for an exit, large paws propel the lithe predator towards the source of the commotion. Although her curiosity is already piqued, the sound of Jacob's name being used is what spurs her into action. Mel does not even stop to think. The tones of the people's voices are concerned, worried. That means she should be worried, too.
"What is going on?" asks the girl as she bursts onto the scene, dropping her weight to her haunches as she slides to a stop. Sagacious olive eyes sweep over the gathered party: Killua (her gaze lingers for a moment), Stark, Jerseyboy, and Jacob...on the ground. Jersey is saying something about lavender and thyme. That is for anxiety, right? "I'll grab them," says the huntress, only moments after she asked what happened. Melantha is a person of action. If someone offers a logically-sound solution, she acts on it. Both lavender and thyme are harmless herbs, more or less. And if Jacob is having a panic attack, they should help soothe him. Mel retrieves the aforementioned remedies from their storage containers and brings them back to Jersey and Jacob. "What do we do now?" she asks no one in particular. Melantha is no healer. She knows basic first aid and how to identify plants. But their exact uses? How to prepare them? She is a hunter, not a healer. Her plain visage is that of stone, but it is clear from her furrowed brow that she is far more upset by the situation than she is letting on.