Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Ah well, the Honeybee had her beat by a couple of years, but only because of near death experiences and wretched hellholes for living arrangements. Realizing trauma and survival were not reasons for competition, the youth instead listened to the other - Soleil - as Fangorn and Sila swept along the birds, snagging them in efforts to ensure their meal in proper order too.
Her eyes flickered back and forth between companions and person, before settling on Soleil fully, once discussions began over trade and meat. “For my arrows, mostly, and meat,” for there was always room to make more, and she liked a dazzling array of colors as she lit up the void. A fraction of a smirk glimmered on her features though, the moment the firecrackers were mentioned. “I know a merchant who sells some massive ones.” For prime explosions and scary noises.
Anyway.
“All right. Show off then.” And she pointed towards the remainder of the flock, stupidly hovering nearby.
Her eyes flickered back and forth between companions and person, before settling on Soleil fully, once discussions began over trade and meat. “For my arrows, mostly, and meat,” for there was always room to make more, and she liked a dazzling array of colors as she lit up the void. A fraction of a smirk glimmered on her features though, the moment the firecrackers were mentioned. “I know a merchant who sells some massive ones.” For prime explosions and scary noises.
Anyway.
“All right. Show off then.” And she pointed towards the remainder of the flock, stupidly hovering nearby.
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
