Melodia looked at the garments lying on the bed, trying to decide which would work best. She wanted something sleek, intimidating and that would look good on her. She despised having to consider the last but she knew her sexuality was another weapon at her disposal and often was an effective means at lulling weak-willed fools into her grip. So she played the game, the best she could, despite how she felt.
She had plans. No longer willing to idly by, she decided it was time to accept who she was. She'd fought it for too long, playing the role of an enforcer to a cause she didn't feel like she was a part of.
And yet, she was a part of it. She accepted it. Thorin had raised her as his own and as one of them, and try as she might, she could never shake it.
She was a Garlean.
And it was time to start acting like one.
She had plans. No longer willing to idly by, she decided it was time to accept who she was. She'd fought it for too long, playing the role of an enforcer to a cause she didn't feel like she was a part of.
And yet, she was a part of it. She accepted it. Thorin had raised her as his own and as one of them, and try as she might, she could never shake it.
She was a Garlean.
And it was time to start acting like one.