Melony

As Melony draws closer to the ship a bright whistle can be heard from the five foot eight inch girl barely into her twenties a optimistic smile and an confident stare at the familarity of the docks. She wore clothes in a combination of earth tones and cool blues with exception being the military issue boots she wore half-laced. The duffel bag she had slung over her shoulder tugged and pulled at the organe dress shirt she wore as the rolled up cool blue trousers unrolled half way down her leg.