Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita waved to her uncle in the distance, watching as he hovered on the edge of the dome. She couldn’t say she really blamed him, given the whole effect infection had on him. Still, she paid her dues and courtesies with several others, nodding to Remi, Ronin, and a couple others she recognized, before Iskra found her and the Firecracker.
“Hey,” she noted with a razor-edged smile. “Quite a shitshow, mm?” She gestured in vague directions, because everything made her slightly wary and weary, keeping her stash of weapons on her as she maneuvered away from the boat, ensuring it was there for any evasion needs. “You staying here long?” She might need three drinks of more to linger within the threshold for much longer - she couldn't even fathom getting into the water with the Family douchebags nearby.
“Hey,” she noted with a razor-edged smile. “Quite a shitshow, mm?” She gestured in vague directions, because everything made her slightly wary and weary, keeping her stash of weapons on her as she maneuvered away from the boat, ensuring it was there for any evasion needs. “You staying here long?” She might need three drinks of more to linger within the threshold for much longer - she couldn't even fathom getting into the water with the Family douchebags nearby.
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
