you must burn brighter than ever
Melita had never wanted wings; eternally capable of clambering to the heights of trees or meandering across the surfaces of water – but it was still neat to witness the owl soaring along, graceful or not. She even whooped and clapped when the image stuck and plastered against the window, lopsided and glorious. “Yeah! Looks good!” She liked it even more that the makeshift Ludo appearing to be falling downwards, as if embodying the hovering motions of the raggedy herald. “Thanks so much.”
With another inquiry hastening through her mind, the demigod uttered another prompt – for a future journey down the road. “Hey would you know where to find a treeflit….”
[FIN]
With another inquiry hastening through her mind, the demigod uttered another prompt – for a future journey down the road. “Hey would you know where to find a treeflit….”
[FIN]
Melita
