mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
The press of the sea salt Torchline wind brushed against her face, and she turned into its power and grace, let the sails flap and then extend with each passing thermal. It was glorious – and far more refreshing than the potent, lethal dose of Halo’s vengeful zephyrs. While Sila flew alongside, Fangorn had long since attached himself to her seat, since she was up and moving constantly with the rigging, adjusting as necessary.
She couldn’t quite remember the tall tale Iskra described, and she made a face towards the volcano, trying to recall where he might have heard such figments. Maybe a merchant was fucking with him. Or perhaps she had elapsed into some bullshit. The possibilities were there. “Mmmm, did I say that?” He had every right to be skeptical. It sounded like one of those things you only tried once (because it was disgusting or you were dead soon after). “Well, only one way to find out,” she winked, landing the skyship on a flatter part of the rolling hills. “Everyone off!” She called, snagging at her bag, and the thermos she’d purposefully kept hidden.
She couldn’t quite remember the tall tale Iskra described, and she made a face towards the volcano, trying to recall where he might have heard such figments. Maybe a merchant was fucking with him. Or perhaps she had elapsed into some bullshit. The possibilities were there. “Mmmm, did I say that?” He had every right to be skeptical. It sounded like one of those things you only tried once (because it was disgusting or you were dead soon after). “Well, only one way to find out,” she winked, landing the skyship on a flatter part of the rolling hills. “Everyone off!” She called, snagging at her bag, and the thermos she’d purposefully kept hidden.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
