Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
While Melita was busy snagging dream cactus spines, she figured she’d take the opportunity to explore portions of the desert she hadn’t meandered through yet. But where the Sea of Dreams had been something out of nostalgia, the Furnace wasn’t; just a molten horizon, decrepit dirt, and endless stretches of sand. “Meh,” she grumbled to mostly herself and her companions. And though Sila didn’t seem to mind, with those leathery portions, the Honeybee and Fangorn were a bit out of place.
Pinning her hair up as best she could, off her neck and out of her face, her eyes traced the area. Kicking at a patch of sand nearby revealed another skeleton, something like a small lizard. “Well, maybe I can target practice out here, hm?” The vampire gourd wasn’t much inclined to agree, but soon enough they were advancing upon a much larger skeleton of vague-ly land shark like, and Melita started going through her familiar paces with her staff.
Pinning her hair up as best she could, off her neck and out of her face, her eyes traced the area. Kicking at a patch of sand nearby revealed another skeleton, something like a small lizard. “Well, maybe I can target practice out here, hm?” The vampire gourd wasn’t much inclined to agree, but soon enough they were advancing upon a much larger skeleton of vague-ly land shark like, and Melita started going through her familiar paces with her staff.
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
