Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Uncertain of what the process entailed or required, she watched with an air of content satisfaction; an avid fire observer. But the rest of the conversation had her mind spinning, and for once, it was mired with things like calculations and notions, rather than immediate impulse.
Though her words usually did that for her. “Wait – she was looking for Koa?” Pretending she didn’t hear the first part, though she wouldn’t be surprised about the whole thing, given who her uncle was and had been for ages, the statement about the Carpenter Dragoon made her head shake, hair tossed back and forth under the reel of confusion. “Why?” From what she’d surmised from the lad, he was a flirt and not much more.
The lack of other nuances didn’t give her great relief either – and though Remi undoubtedly had provoked, given the situation, and the knowledge of her power, Melita thought the whole situation had ‘DUMB’ written all over it. And given how poorly she planned things, perhaps that was saying something. Or her frontal lobe had finally developed. “And what if she gets suspicious? Or doesn’t want to leave?” What if the whole Refuge was suddenly at risk because of this one woman?
Though her words usually did that for her. “Wait – she was looking for Koa?” Pretending she didn’t hear the first part, though she wouldn’t be surprised about the whole thing, given who her uncle was and had been for ages, the statement about the Carpenter Dragoon made her head shake, hair tossed back and forth under the reel of confusion. “Why?” From what she’d surmised from the lad, he was a flirt and not much more.
The lack of other nuances didn’t give her great relief either – and though Remi undoubtedly had provoked, given the situation, and the knowledge of her power, Melita thought the whole situation had ‘DUMB’ written all over it. And given how poorly she planned things, perhaps that was saying something. Or her frontal lobe had finally developed. “And what if she gets suspicious? Or doesn’t want to leave?” What if the whole Refuge was suddenly at risk because of this one woman?
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
