Melisande has been spending far too many nights alone of late ( Read more... )

Melisande is sitting in her room with the door wide open, sipping tea instead of wine for once and looking out the window. She's wondering how to find someone in particular, and is lost in thought. She'd welcome an interruption, though.

Melisande is standing at a window, holding her usual accessory (a glass of wine) and smiling slightly. She reminiscing about Phedre and Terre d'Ange, but it's nothing important, and she's actually waiting for someone very specific.