Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Ludo shrine? The Honeybee? An adequate combination if she did say so herself – which she did, obviously, as she jetted her little Firecracker over the surroundings and scenery, peering down at the collection and assemblage of wobbly bones. She’d had plenty of experience here – mostly fighting skeletal monsters – and remained completely unbothered by any other strange aspects.
Instead, she waved down to Flora. “Hey!” Before opting to land her skyboat nearby in the sand – eyes narrowing at the shiny sparkle and glimmer across the dunes. A greedy little temptation…but she’d wait it out, for now, to see what anyone else strived and tried. It’d suited her well in her lastdrop ambush.
Instead, she waved down to Flora. “Hey!” Before opting to land her skyboat nearby in the sand – eyes narrowing at the shiny sparkle and glimmer across the dunes. A greedy little temptation…but she’d wait it out, for now, to see what anyone else strived and tried. It’d suited her well in her last
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







