Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Content with food and lining herself up at the end of the bench, Melita hadn’t expected Ludo’s very presence to unravel along the party fixtures. But with her mouth full of some wonderful bread, a gasp of audible surprise slightly muffled, she was still all full of glee the moment the Ludo doll plonked itself in front of her.
And then there was the chicken leg.
….and everything else.
Grabbing hold of the doll protectively, clutching it in her arms with immeasurable gratitude, the mischief yearned and lingered, until she too had to join in. Grasping at some mashed potatoes with her free hand, she ducked as the chicken leg sailed back over crimson locks, and turned to toss the food in her clutches straight at anyone nearby (probably Seren).
Only sputtering nonsensically a moment later, allowing it to fall into wild laughter, as cake descended upon her curls.
And then there was the chicken leg.
….and everything else.
Grabbing hold of the doll protectively, clutching it in her arms with immeasurable gratitude, the mischief yearned and lingered, until she too had to join in. Grasping at some mashed potatoes with her free hand, she ducked as the chicken leg sailed back over crimson locks, and turned to toss the food in her clutches straight at anyone nearby (probably Seren).
Only sputtering nonsensically a moment later, allowing it to fall into wild laughter, as cake descended upon her curls.
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
