Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Considering Melita didn’t know any of the ongoing drama llama issues with Maea, she thought it had been a fair question. Once she figured out those nuances, maybe they’d have an answer. But when the Ancient simply shut down, the Honeybee really had no choice but to stare across at the other individual. What the hell was that? Why even ask then?
Not having the time, patience, or any form of a therapist’s background for that one, the demigod simply shook her head and shrugged at her companions. Leaving those statements behind, since it was clear Maea didn’t want to have anything to do with it, she nodded. “Yeah.” Patting the soil back into place, and watering it, she stood back up. “You all set?” She didn’t seem to be, but then again, they didn’t know one another well.
Not having the time, patience, or any form of a therapist’s background for that one, the demigod simply shook her head and shrugged at her companions. Leaving those statements behind, since it was clear Maea didn’t want to have anything to do with it, she nodded. “Yeah.” Patting the soil back into place, and watering it, she stood back up. “You all set?” She didn’t seem to be, but then again, they didn’t know one another well.
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
