you must burn brighter than ever
The wild winds beckoned no matter the season, and Melita found herself at the sails again, rippling through the skies as Sila followed alongside and Fangorn remained tucked along the deck, vines fastened to the rigging. She turned them towards the less than familiar outset of Stormbreak’s skyport, figuring she could dock the Firecracker there and then go be fucking annoying to strangers.
Eventually they landed, and she found herself narrowing her eyes at anyone else nearby, striving to find either familiar faces or people to irritate (they didn’t have to be exclusive). Hopping out of the boat, she began tying ropes off, ensuring it wouldn’t be hovering and going off anywhere while she was busy infiltrating the stuffy little world’s wake.
Eventually they landed, and she found herself narrowing her eyes at anyone else nearby, striving to find either familiar faces or people to irritate (they didn’t have to be exclusive). Hopping out of the boat, she began tying ropes off, ensuring it wouldn’t be hovering and going off anywhere while she was busy infiltrating the stuffy little world’s wake.
Melita
