Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Giving nothing more to the Outlander tale, other than exchanging nuances that they were both of similar origin, her attention went to the speculation of shrine-aging. “Ah, gotcha.” There weren’t a shit ton of children here either, and the ones that had been, like Paige, Flora, or Enzo, had advanced quickly through the same process. Probably still meant they were all on the same maturity wavelengths as Melita anyway.
Entering the market and easily swerving her way through the crowds, she held her game aloft, and Sila alongside, so Soleil would be able to spot them, in case they became separated. Glancing back to ensure she hadn’t lost the youth, she persisted with a wrinkle to her nose. “Yeah,” as if she wasn’t a complete lunatic with liquor either. Soleil inspired a laugh though, as soon as she announced notions via a letter. “Sure.”
Agreements made, the Honeybee turned another corner, and proudly presented the fireworks kiosk nestled into a few others – inconspicuous – with a wave of her hands in ta-da formation. “Here we are!”
Entering the market and easily swerving her way through the crowds, she held her game aloft, and Sila alongside, so Soleil would be able to spot them, in case they became separated. Glancing back to ensure she hadn’t lost the youth, she persisted with a wrinkle to her nose. “Yeah,” as if she wasn’t a complete lunatic with liquor either. Soleil inspired a laugh though, as soon as she announced notions via a letter. “Sure.”
Agreements made, the Honeybee turned another corner, and proudly presented the fireworks kiosk nestled into a few others – inconspicuous – with a wave of her hands in ta-da formation. “Here we are!”
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
