Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Melita would say it wasn’t terribly difficult to stay on her good side, but given her tempestuous edges and mercurial moods, this would probably not be a factual statement. Regardless, the gremlin-hearted demigod continued whacking with said stick, and acquiring what she could – though Pip was something like a godsend, aside from the burping smoke plumes.
”You’re incredible,” she offered to the dragon, wondering why she hadn’t thought of that, and giving credit where it was due. Sila floated down, perhaps inspired, biting at a few and sharing in the spoils. The Honeybee, still with gloves on, shuffled a few more daintily into the bag again.
She scoffed at the Dragoon’s statement though, as if it was some kind of whirlwind blasphemy. “Pff. You can never have too much fire.” Tilting her head, she counted out those already acquired. “Probably only a couple more, and then we can call it good.”
”You’re incredible,” she offered to the dragon, wondering why she hadn’t thought of that, and giving credit where it was due. Sila floated down, perhaps inspired, biting at a few and sharing in the spoils. The Honeybee, still with gloves on, shuffled a few more daintily into the bag again.
She scoffed at the Dragoon’s statement though, as if it was some kind of whirlwind blasphemy. “Pff. You can never have too much fire.” Tilting her head, she counted out those already acquired. “Probably only a couple more, and then we can call it good.”
Melita
