Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
“Of course,” came along with another Cheshire grin; nearly fanged in its expression, as if everyone should've been able to acquire large and loud explosives. “I’m Melita, by the way. This is Fangorn and Sila,” pointing to each companion respectfully. The gourd made a rumble and the dragon approached only the Honeybee with caution, though content with the latest sprawl of falling birds to be distracted and out of her residual shyness.
Then Soleil put on a show – a different approach Melita had yet to see from any archer. Studying the way the younger girl drew into a stance, she watched with vague curiosity, intending to see how the motions altered or changed depending on methods. They seemed effective, for no sooner had the arrow been unleashed did it spear and flail through the bird, and again, spiraling back upon the beach with a dull thud.
“Nice,” she murmured. “Where did you learn?” For the technique alone. Nodding her assent, she moved forward to snag and collect her own, while her companions did the same – especially Fangorn, the vines eagerly ready and willing. Making conversation, the Honeybee persisted. “Think I can make a nice trade for a charm setting too.”
Then Soleil put on a show – a different approach Melita had yet to see from any archer. Studying the way the younger girl drew into a stance, she watched with vague curiosity, intending to see how the motions altered or changed depending on methods. They seemed effective, for no sooner had the arrow been unleashed did it spear and flail through the bird, and again, spiraling back upon the beach with a dull thud.
“Nice,” she murmured. “Where did you learn?” For the technique alone. Nodding her assent, she moved forward to snag and collect her own, while her companions did the same – especially Fangorn, the vines eagerly ready and willing. Making conversation, the Honeybee persisted. “Think I can make a nice trade for a charm setting too.”
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
