your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
The resounding YEAH, wholly unaware of any mixed messages, signals, or motions lost to the wind, was all Melita needed. The Honeybee cracked a wide open grin, wholly content and amused that she’d found a stranger just as eager for ridiculous antics (and on a horse - neat), that she went ahead and opened up the sails further. The race was on.you are from another time
The Firecracker zipped along – used to the demigod’s need for speed, but the equine below wasn’t the only thing she’d managed to perturb. Some birds nearby, clearly intent on a leisurely stroll and hover amidst King’s End, were suddenly nearly squashed by Melita’s barreling and swift skyboat. They flew and squawked and freaked out in all directions, but namely towards the horse and rider.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
