your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
“Eh, except I do,” and she shrugged. She’d been kept busy lately with the void tasks, with an occasional blip over to Stormbreak to irritate Koa or a minor vacay over to King’s End to terrorize strangers or her uncle. Otherwise, Melita, perhaps surprisingly, was a rather rooted individual – and not simply by Jack’s coercion of her Firecracker, but namely due to every situation she’d found herself in as a youth. Too many worlds, too many lands, where she and her family had to flee, become lost, and survive – and in the end, she’d almost been entirely on her own from a young age. Hollowed Grounds had been the only option before, but when Torchline became available, she’d longed for sand, surf, and shoal – like a return to Dragon’s Throat.you are from another time
So she stayed.
That Thal had heard of her antics surprised her at first, and then she figured she wasn’t really hiding much of anything, so the liquor and amusement increased the length of her catlike grin. “Unfortunately not. I suppose I could always try it though.” Imagining a swarm of battle-ready rubber ducks, in a variety of sizes, shapes, and colors as their first line of defense in the harbor did fill her with some sentiment of glee. “Maybe I’ll have Jack put some in the cannons.” Or she’d just do it without him knowing.
Snagging another few swallows of her drink, she tilted her head. "So do you just travel around pirating then?"
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
