Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Snagging at all her kills and hoisting them into her palm by their feathers, before plucking out ones she’d like to keep, the insinuations between Soleil’s statements caught the Honeybee by surprise. “Oh. You’re another Outlander?” She hadn’t heard of many anymore, not the way they all used to tumble within Caido – some luckily coinciding with others of their own brethren, and many others alone and wary. She’d heard of the Voice tampering with how and why, and then of course, not being there any longer put the kibosh on the whole thing.
The upcoming entertainment was a whole other thing. “Yeah. Figured I’d go. Probably going to be some kind of fuckery though,” because most of the festivals were, and Melita had learned some amount. “I’ll show you where the fireworks dude is.” That way they could make their trades and maneuver about. Making a ‘follow me’ gesture with all her birds, and then the ensuing motion of companions doing much the same, Melita made her way towards the market in the distance.
The upcoming entertainment was a whole other thing. “Yeah. Figured I’d go. Probably going to be some kind of fuckery though,” because most of the festivals were, and Melita had learned some amount. “I’ll show you where the fireworks dude is.” That way they could make their trades and maneuver about. Making a ‘follow me’ gesture with all her birds, and then the ensuing motion of companions doing much the same, Melita made her way towards the market in the distance.
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
