Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
At least they could make conversation as they walked, her bare feet pressing into the warm sand with all the air of comfort and embers, like she’d been there her entire life. “Yeah. There’s a couple of us still about.” Her uncle, Hotaru, and a few others registered in her mind – like Remi, Ronin, and such. The ones who’d survived and managed to gain some sort of foothold along this earth.
The whole aging thing rang a bell though, because she could distinctly remember Jude being much younger. “Did you go to a Frey shrine or something?” Considering her maturity level seemed capped at about age fourteen, the Honeybee had never given the notions much thought.
While Sila flew on ahead and Fangorn jumped and bobbed and bounded along her ankles, her head tilted vaguely, hands moving as she talked. “Oh, yeah, like the bar opening we had here. Gods, got there late and they’d already all pissed off.” Humming a little, unbothered by the exchange as they got closer and closer to the market, she shrugged. “There will always be more anyway.”
The whole aging thing rang a bell though, because she could distinctly remember Jude being much younger. “Did you go to a Frey shrine or something?” Considering her maturity level seemed capped at about age fourteen, the Honeybee had never given the notions much thought.
While Sila flew on ahead and Fangorn jumped and bobbed and bounded along her ankles, her head tilted vaguely, hands moving as she talked. “Oh, yeah, like the bar opening we had here. Gods, got there late and they’d already all pissed off.” Humming a little, unbothered by the exchange as they got closer and closer to the market, she shrugged. “There will always be more anyway.”
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
