Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
She took half a moment to consider the options, resting the staff on her shoulder as she kicked at one particular mud blob and sent it flying. It skittered over the edge of someone’s stoop before inevitably falling apart, and she tapped her chin, pondering over the circumstances. “I’ve done water balloons before,” she mentioned, but didn’t clarify where - some Karen in Stormbreak probably still held a grudge over her, and several others’ efforts, to unleash chaos in the plaza. “Gotta change it up every so often, y’know,” like it was an ordinary circumstance. Maybe an egg toss in combination with ghost in the graveyard…could egg the people found? She’d work on it.
But she gave another grin at Aithne’s readiness for more chaos – something they should all adhere too, honestly. “I’ll let you know! Do you live around here?” pointing to the variety of houses all in a row, in case she should have to send letters and messages to get ahold of the girl.
But she gave another grin at Aithne’s readiness for more chaos – something they should all adhere too, honestly. “I’ll let you know! Do you live around here?” pointing to the variety of houses all in a row, in case she should have to send letters and messages to get ahold of the girl.
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
