Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita’s wandering, especially after dispatching some void bullshit that was still running rampant, led her towards the Boondocks. Figuring she could find some ample trade or piss someone off in the locality, she docked her skyboat and headed off in various directions, taking the sojourn with Fangorn and Sila in tow.
Though as she rounded the road, she saw someone she briefly recognized, though it’d been under different circumstances. The only thing that really caught her eye were the bow and arrows, and situating hers higher along her shoulder, she narrowed her eyes, pondering. Maybe now was a good time to extend some good will or some such or just be an ass. It was difficult to tell with her on some of her best days. “Hey!” She called instead, hands cupped around her mouth to be heard over the wind. “Are you practicing?” Or maybe she was hunting, and then that could be amusing too.
Though as she rounded the road, she saw someone she briefly recognized, though it’d been under different circumstances. The only thing that really caught her eye were the bow and arrows, and situating hers higher along her shoulder, she narrowed her eyes, pondering. Maybe now was a good time to extend some good will or some such or just be an ass. It was difficult to tell with her on some of her best days. “Hey!” She called instead, hands cupped around her mouth to be heard over the wind. “Are you practicing?” Or maybe she was hunting, and then that could be amusing too.
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
