Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita hummed while she worked on her destruction, alternating between magic and her staff; bruising and beating the mud into submission when it threatened to come anywhere near her feet. Each one seemed to be a poor, slow learner though, so it looked a bit like a version of whack-a-mole as mud burst and skyrocketed in multiple directions while her weapon angled downward on muscled and honed demolition.
She could hear the other musing though, and the question was quite a spark to the demigod’s mind – grin forming again as she glanced back over her shoulder. “Welllll, I was thinking Flowerbirth themed, y’know, so,” she paused momentarily to swing at some grime stuck on a rock, watching as it peeled away, slipped, and disappeared. “There could always be a scavenger hunt,” themed either impossible or very Ludo oriented bullshit, “or a tag variant, orrrrr an egg toss!” But then, there was always Ghost in the Graveyard…and she supposed they could easily do that in King’s End…
She could hear the other musing though, and the question was quite a spark to the demigod’s mind – grin forming again as she glanced back over her shoulder. “Welllll, I was thinking Flowerbirth themed, y’know, so,” she paused momentarily to swing at some grime stuck on a rock, watching as it peeled away, slipped, and disappeared. “There could always be a scavenger hunt,” themed either impossible or very Ludo oriented bullshit, “or a tag variant, orrrrr an egg toss!” But then, there was always Ghost in the Graveyard…and she supposed they could easily do that in King’s End…
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
