Haunted Wood Watch My Swagger

he doesn't seem much like vengeance in the slightest. save for his size, the carve of his face, the burn of his gaze. and still, she does not believe that bloodlines offer one any significance.

you are melonii. this place is your birthright

she did not want it. not if that place had killed her mother, not when Eyes had told her to run. he's speaking again, and she does not deign to reply. his next response irritates her further, if only to point out the fact that she's woefully unprepared. unwilling to admit this, she states instead, "I think you use ask a lot of questions and don't answer any." shifting her weight, far too stubborn to give up yet, she presses, "what's your name? why are you here?" he's unnerving, and some part of her wants to turn in the opposite direction, which only fuels her spite.