Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Figuring she’d have a chance to stop by and pester Sunjata for something, the demigod snorted when she’d rounded yet another corner and found, you guessed it, more mud. Persistent little bitches, she’d give it credit for that, but all in all, an irritating thing to witness over and over again. She had half a thought to make them all multiple levels of target practice. Could be a good way to utilize and strive for some precision and accuracy.
While mulling this over though, she could hear muttering in the distance - someone else was nearby, swearing up and down, and the Honeybee glanced over to find she recognized the girl. From the duck duck goose game ages ago, some Ancient’s name she didn’t recall. “Hey,” she waved, already grabbing hold of her staff, and rushing it downwards to hit at a pocket of muck near her feet . It groaned, then burst into more fragments, so that she rolled her eyes, then beat it again for good measure. “You all right?” she called back out, after flicking the grime off her weapon.
While mulling this over though, she could hear muttering in the distance - someone else was nearby, swearing up and down, and the Honeybee glanced over to find she recognized the girl. From the duck duck goose game ages ago, some Ancient’s name she didn’t recall. “Hey,” she waved, already grabbing hold of her staff, and rushing it downwards to hit at a pocket of muck near her feet . It groaned, then burst into more fragments, so that she rolled her eyes, then beat it again for good measure. “You all right?” she called back out, after flicking the grime off her weapon.
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
