i know, i've got a lot to learn

Melita

yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard

“Maybe I could,” she started, already mulish again, taking it as a personal challenge. One – she could use explosives, and everything would be destroyed but also on fire, which counted. Two – perhaps a very well shot arrow down a singular lane, where the elements burned together one right after the other. Perhaps she’d try it during LongNight. Or when she went home. So she merely snorted at his response, as if to say it wasn’t all that impressive.

Finishing her vegetables and steak, and intending to do the same to the potatoes, her eyes followed him, having already forgotten another purpose to this dinner meeting. Something within her curled and contorted, and she found herself sitting ramrod straight as soon as he brought back a bag and set it along the table. Her eyes went back to him, waiting.

I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury