Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
She stood stock still for a few seconds more, for all the world feeling like either a little kid or ancient; uncertain, unsteady, reaching from within and only finding primordial bitterness. Swallowing down the rancor, she edged forward, eyes inspecting the steaks, and snagging at a plate, figuring it best to start…well, there.
Fangorn replied heartily at the notions of his own meal, but the dragon stared upward at the Flood with rounded eyes, and then scattered behind Melita’s ankles. “That’s Sila,” she responded, helping herself to a large piece of meat, and then considered the sides. “I got her from Ludo a little while ago in a quest. She breathes fire, but she’s kinda shy.” A wisp of smoke followed suit on the response, tail curling around one of the Honeybee’s shins.
Fangorn replied heartily at the notions of his own meal, but the dragon stared upward at the Flood with rounded eyes, and then scattered behind Melita’s ankles. “That’s Sila,” she responded, helping herself to a large piece of meat, and then considered the sides. “I got her from Ludo a little while ago in a quest. She breathes fire, but she’s kinda shy.” A wisp of smoke followed suit on the response, tail curling around one of the Honeybee’s shins.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
