Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Pierce really did have a punchable face – at least, from what she could see from the Firecracker.
Melita hadn’t meant to make a big entrance, but she hovered along in her skyship nonetheless, not particularly enjoying the weird feeling of her enchantments simply not being there as she sidled along and slowed the process until she didn’t crash land in the sand nearby.
Anyway, what an uncomfortable ass shindig.
She certainly wasn’t going to be the first to try the food or sway to the music, the former was probably poisoned and the latter was not her taste – so instead she opted to linger somewhat on the sidelines, gauging individuals, and then pretending to adjust the sails so they were just so.
Melita hadn’t meant to make a big entrance, but she hovered along in her skyship nonetheless, not particularly enjoying the weird feeling of her enchantments simply not being there as she sidled along and slowed the process until she didn’t crash land in the sand nearby.
Anyway, what an uncomfortable ass shindig.
She certainly wasn’t going to be the first to try the food or sway to the music, the former was probably poisoned and the latter was not her taste – so instead she opted to linger somewhat on the sidelines, gauging individuals, and then pretending to adjust the sails so they were just so.
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
