Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Making conversation about battles was far easier for the complexity that was the Honeybee to maintain. “Well, we were ambushed by gore crows to start,” she handwaved, as if it had been nothing. The birds had certainly drawn her attention away from the crux of the situation, but it hadn’t lasted long. “Then, turns out, it was the Hanging Tree that we had to attack. Broke it all apart eventually.” As they could see, from the bits and pieces remaining. Her Cheshire grin remained, proud, stalwart, stubborn, and ridiculous, content with how things had played out. She didn’t glance Thalassa’s way, knowing how difficult her own attempts within the moments had been.
Nonetheless, their efforts had combined into a rather large pile. And though Melita would be quite content to set it all aflame now, she didn’t want to miss out on any other portions. “Okay, one last little scouting mission to see if we missed any of the void shit.” She pointed in a variety of directions around the swampy area, intending for each of them to choose a location for one last perusal.
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Pick an area (north, east, or west) to scout for any remaining void materials. No post order!
Nonetheless, their efforts had combined into a rather large pile. And though Melita would be quite content to set it all aflame now, she didn’t want to miss out on any other portions. “Okay, one last little scouting mission to see if we missed any of the void shit.” She pointed in a variety of directions around the swampy area, intending for each of them to choose a location for one last perusal.
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Pick an area (north, east, or west) to scout for any remaining void materials. No post order!
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
