Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita’s frown and furrowed brow deepened over the notions of Koa. And maybe it was too late, given the expanse of time in between messages. “Well, hopefully she never found him then,” she shrugged, leaving that to the wind and fire too.
Him not fighting caused her head to reel back up, gaze flickering back to his to see if he was lying, avoiding, or any other bullshit he might have spewed. But it seemed honest and forthright, and she sighed, nose wrinkling as she kicked at a stray piece of ash. Instead, she could only linger in other thought patterns swirling around her brain. “I wonder why she’s here anyway.” To take over Caido? What would be the purpose?
Him not fighting caused her head to reel back up, gaze flickering back to his to see if he was lying, avoiding, or any other bullshit he might have spewed. But it seemed honest and forthright, and she sighed, nose wrinkling as she kicked at a stray piece of ash. Instead, she could only linger in other thought patterns swirling around her brain. “I wonder why she’s here anyway.” To take over Caido? What would be the purpose?
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
