Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
She nodded at the acceptance of nothing, shrugging it off as she went to pester the next round of mud down the street. Skipping over, she alternated in thought between trying another magical proportion, or continue beating the shit out of it. The decision pulsed through her as the water incantations flew unbidden through the wild magic, dousing the next grime creature over and decimating it into tiny, fractured pieces and droplets.
Pretending like that was a normal thing to do, she glanced back as the younger Ancient continued to address her. “Oh, yeah. Aithne?” Her brows furrowed, hoping she recalled correctly through the maelstrom and chaos. “I do! Well, Ludo stuff. I didn’t do much during Deepfrost except for snowball fights.” Maybe they could do mud sledding or racing or fights though, which would be kinda hilarious and stupid.
Pretending like that was a normal thing to do, she glanced back as the younger Ancient continued to address her. “Oh, yeah. Aithne?” Her brows furrowed, hoping she recalled correctly through the maelstrom and chaos. “I do! Well, Ludo stuff. I didn’t do much during Deepfrost except for snowball fights.” Maybe they could do mud sledding or racing or fights though, which would be kinda hilarious and stupid.
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
