your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Fangorn grabbed hold of one of the plants but then quickly let it go – giving forth a vicious and wild sneeze thereafter. Melita gawked for a moment, before shaking her head and pressing onwards, brushing and moving vines aside when they impeded their wayward march. “Yeah it’s kinda shitty,” she uttered. She probably would’ve enjoyed it more with better company. Though her eyes narrowed at the name dropping of Isla – she had seen the woman during Flora’s opening – but didn’t know of any connections between her and the Flood. Presuming, well, the usual, she glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Isla?”you are from another time
Sila remained firmly on her shoulder, tail occasionally maneuvering a fern. “I can’t imagine why they would,” she uttered, remembering the marketplace deeper into the sands and dunes, though that had been a surprise too. “Unless it’s to get something…here.” Smuggler tendencies made her wonder what lurked within the depths, wrinkling her nose for a moment before grabbing a nearby stick and swinging it along.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
