your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Melita watched, utterly delighted by the chaotic little horse down below. She’d ridden a fair amount, but most of them tolerated her – this one seemed far more inclined to lose his rider. Perhaps he was helping participate in the race…well, in his own way.you are from another time
What she didn’t expect at all, save for the previous banana incident, was the beer; truly awe-inspiring to behold as the stranger took one out for herself right there. She also didn’t estimate the likelihood of one flying at her, so much so that she wasn’t quite ready for its lob to come in her direction. Not even bothering to shift the Firecracker, it was maneuvering at a decent clip anyway, the Honeybee lifted her hands upwards to catch the glass bottle, missed it by fragments, and listened to it crash against the deck in a piercing onslaught.
Fangorn shrieked, as he rightly should’ve.
Sighing, and adjusting the sails as the aroma flickered over, she sighed. “I missed, sorry! Got anymore?”
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
