Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Oh, Melita hadn’t come back the same – but she wouldn’t be acknowledging that. It was going to take more of her guts, determination, and pure perseverance to pull through the amount of pride she’d had significantly disassembled; but it’d return in the end. And that certainty kept her rounding over multitudes, including here and now, taking a stick and digging away at the dirt.
Sila continued her brief excursions along the sky and eventually wound down in a beautiful spiral towards the Honeybee’s shoulder, landing gently as Fangorn ambled over, and they were a tight cluster of witnesses. Humming lightly under her breath, she continued to dig with great gusto, clusters of silt and loam flickering about while she listened to the rest of Maea’s report. She had to wonder about the growth of certain individuals too – but she hadn’t known the woman long enough to even begin deciphering those portions. If she was stuck in a mire of her own making, or doomed to repeat cycles. Who knew.
Turning over the shoulder not occupied by her dragon, the smuggler’s brow arched. “Oh, about your experiences and stuff with it. I know most have been a mixed bag.” Because some didn’t enjoy the chaotic or deadly nature, and others were enthralled.
Sila continued her brief excursions along the sky and eventually wound down in a beautiful spiral towards the Honeybee’s shoulder, landing gently as Fangorn ambled over, and they were a tight cluster of witnesses. Humming lightly under her breath, she continued to dig with great gusto, clusters of silt and loam flickering about while she listened to the rest of Maea’s report. She had to wonder about the growth of certain individuals too – but she hadn’t known the woman long enough to even begin deciphering those portions. If she was stuck in a mire of her own making, or doomed to repeat cycles. Who knew.
Turning over the shoulder not occupied by her dragon, the smuggler’s brow arched. “Oh, about your experiences and stuff with it. I know most have been a mixed bag.” Because some didn’t enjoy the chaotic or deadly nature, and others were enthralled.
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
