Lame little OC comic plan thing.
Issacomicplanthing!
Panel one: Elves walking in a hall. No distinguishable faces, yet. It isn't very crowded.
Panel two: Melisse is in the crowd, walking. She's going from right to left, at a pace which means she isn't busy. She isn't wearing anything beyond what would be ordinary day-wear for her.
Panel three: Melisse notices Bellendis walking in the other direction. Big emphasis on the height difference between the two.
Panel four: Split diagonally from the top-left to the opposite corner. Melisse is glaring up at Bellendis, who is glaring back.
Panel five: Melisse sees Fionwen. Slight eye-widening here on Melisse's part.
Panel six: Melisse pauses to bow to Fionwen. Fionwen gives her a half-smile. She isn't amused. The sort of smile a teacher gives a troublesome kid.
Panel seven: Fionwen is off-frame. Melisse glances over towards the viewer. She's confused. Question-mark-above-head confused.
Panel eight: There's a something lying on the floor. Maybe it's someone's top.
Panel nine: Melisse's walking, her eyes following it.
Panel ten: Melisse runs into a door because she isn't paying attention. The doorknob hits her in the ribs.
Panel eleven: Melisse leans against the door, looking rather stunned and annoyed. She's pressing a hand to her ribs. Laughter from off-frame.
Panel twelve: Split horizontally into two smaller seperate panels. Panel A is Melisse (more specifically her eyes), looking annoyed. Panel B is Melisse's eyes again, looking really happy.
Panel thirteen: It's Tyalangan! He looks like he's just gotten back from a trip. Kinda dusty, some hair escaping the 'tail he had it back in, traveling clothes....
Panel fourteen: Melisse stands up. Tyalangan is apparently somewhere to her left, our right.
MELISSE:Tyalangan!
Panel fifteen: Melisse rushes at Tyalangan. Again, she's going to our right.
Panel sixteen: Glomp! Melisse hugs him with arms and legs. Tyalangan looks like he's in a straightjacket. He's obviously been thrown off-balance.
Panel seventeen: Tyalangan is on the floor, looking rather stunned. He's propping himself up with one arm. Melisse's sitting on him.
MELISSE:How are you?
Panel eighteen: Tyalangan sits up. He looks bemused more than anything else, but he's happy, too. One hand is on Melisse's shoulder.
TYALANGAN: I am alright. How have you been holding up?
Panel nineteen: Melisse gets up and helps up Tyalangan. She's got a huge smile on her face.
MELISSE:Never better, melindo.
Panel twenty: Tyalangan blushes and looks vaguely frustrated, sorta like a little kid who knows he has to put up with the strange habits of his elders.
If I ever do decide to draw this, it will be after much peer editing. I'd ask you right up-front, Chrisie darling, but you have better things to do, of that I'm sure. :)