bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Hak Etme reminded Melita of worlds she could never return to – little pieces here and there jutted out and brought back such forceful memories of a life well beyond Caido. Of dragons screeching overhead and the crimson dirt and dust settling over the land, of long pieces where crag and bone and absolutely nothing lingered so far over the horizon, no one knew where it ended –
And then there was the Sea of Dreams.
Something lurched her horrid little heart the moment she could see the reflective edges of the slim pools; and she sighed, sadly nostalgic for instances and images she’d never have again. Because while this vast desert was still a place where they’d bombarded and maimed, it still held tufts of glories, puffs of substantial regard she’d never quite shake.
So if her breath was a little shaky as she landed the skyboat, what of it.
“All right, Dream Cactus, in and out,” she mentioned towards both companions as they all disembarked. She grabbed her bag and some gloves, not intending to be gnarled by the damned plant, and they set off on a rushing march, grateful for the setting sun.
And then there was the Sea of Dreams.
Something lurched her horrid little heart the moment she could see the reflective edges of the slim pools; and she sighed, sadly nostalgic for instances and images she’d never have again. Because while this vast desert was still a place where they’d bombarded and maimed, it still held tufts of glories, puffs of substantial regard she’d never quite shake.
So if her breath was a little shaky as she landed the skyboat, what of it.
“All right, Dream Cactus, in and out,” she mentioned towards both companions as they all disembarked. She grabbed her bag and some gloves, not intending to be gnarled by the damned plant, and they set off on a rushing march, grateful for the setting sun.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
