#mel:threads

Gold and crimson leaves twirled to the ground in a delicate breeze, completely unnoticed by the woman when she turned her head, a curious smile playing across her features. His was a face she had not seen before, but she would still know a Dream when she saw one.

Mel paused before turning more toward the girl with a warmer smile. “It’s nice to officially meet you, Amelia,” she said. “I’m Melissa Li, the mayor and, well, founder of this village. How has your acclimation to the village been? I trust my people are treating you kindly? I do not tolerate violence or disrespect here.”

“I see, thank you for informing me,” Melissa said, attempting to remember what exactly it was she’d had him work on. She had so many things going on in her head at any given moment, it was difficult to keep things straight. “I suppose you’re looking for payment now,” she said after a pause.

Mel regarded the young woman in front of her skeptically. She took the spray bottle from her, taking a sniff at it before spraying it into the air. “You created this?” she asked, glancing sidelong at Ayaka. “Have you considered making such things for our salon? It could be a better use of your time than Paradise.” Mel knew the benefits of the saloon, which is why she allowed it to be built in the first place, but she detested such establishments of chaos and debauchery.

“I know you’re not,” Melissa assured the young woman, glancing up at her face. She gave her a warm smile. “I’ve watched you grow up, Xylie. I know you’re competent. It was just an accident.” She moved to help Xylie to her feet. “Are you okay to walk? I’ll help you back to your quarters.”