Lion Head Mesa Everything is lit except my serotonin

Melody narrowed her eyes but accepted the silent invitation, stepping forward with a great effort to hold back any further sneezes. She really did want to learn from him.

Toth? She echoed questioningly, deciding to start with the basics. There were so many different names to remember — it made her head spin a little. Melody wondered sometimes if she might be better off trying something else. But she couldn't fight, couldn't heal, had no interest in it — and with her own limited imagination, could not think of what else she might do. So, gods it is.