05-03-2018, 05:09 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Weekly tasks? Melantha has been avoiding them for weeks now, but she supposes that maybe she should get out of her shell and interact with other people more. Even if it poses the risk of actually making friends, she cannot spend her entire time in snowbound hiding away from others. The young female is reluctant to make any real connections. Why? Because she does not plan on staying too long. She misses her family. Even her annoying siblings. Her worthless mother, too. All though incessant chatter and never being able to sleep without someone else piling on top of her. Melantha always complained about not having enough personal space, but now she misses the closeness. Six months have passed already. Her spots have disappeared into a sea of sandy gold--will they even recognize her? She hopes so. It is all she can think about recently. At the same time, leaving means abandoning all the connections she has made since she arrived in Snowbound; hence her hesitation to interaction. It does not help that Melantha does not do very well in social situations to begin with.
Large paws make muted thumps as they pad across the ground. Lithe muscles ripple beneath the female's sleek pelt. Not only has she lost her spots, but she has gained quite a bit of muscle definition. Sagacious olive green eyes flicker over the gathered creatures as she approaches, just in time to see Cry take off and fly away. Melantha does not pay much attention, instead focusing on the young child that everyone seems to be directing their attention towards. She opens her mouth, preparing herself to speak, but before she can get any words out she hears the word "pa" pass between lips. What? Jacob....is a father? Just how much have I missed..? It is clear that the poor girl is confused from the crease forming between her brows, but she does not say anything about the subject. "I would like a task, too, please." she says in a composed voice, offering the child a faint smile. she cannot resist--mel loves children.
Large paws make muted thumps as they pad across the ground. Lithe muscles ripple beneath the female's sleek pelt. Not only has she lost her spots, but she has gained quite a bit of muscle definition. Sagacious olive green eyes flicker over the gathered creatures as she approaches, just in time to see Cry take off and fly away. Melantha does not pay much attention, instead focusing on the young child that everyone seems to be directing their attention towards. She opens her mouth, preparing herself to speak, but before she can get any words out she hears the word "pa" pass between lips. What? Jacob....is a father? Just how much have I missed..? It is clear that the poor girl is confused from the crease forming between her brows, but she does not say anything about the subject. "I would like a task, too, please." she says in a composed voice, offering the child a faint smile. she cannot resist--mel loves children.