Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Kicking at a few rocks and watching them fumble down the street lane, she listened, not so much quiet but clear indications she was striving regardless. Exploring was an understandable feat; they’d all done so the moment the barrier had come down, going and maneuvering outward as fast as they could. The ones that stayed and strayed behind mostly revolved around the Ascended, making their own world, a crucial habitat and humanity for their shared interests. Then there’d been the war.
So nowadays, the fact that there were so many options meant others could come and go as they pleased. “Cool. Sounds like a good plan.” She grinned, eyes pinpointing in the direction of various regions, going back and forth. “You’d probably like Torchline. Pretty good, sunny weather most of the time.” Not to deter or sway her from anywhere in particular, but the option and notions were there. “Any place you’ve liked over others?”
So nowadays, the fact that there were so many options meant others could come and go as they pleased. “Cool. Sounds like a good plan.” She grinned, eyes pinpointing in the direction of various regions, going back and forth. “You’d probably like Torchline. Pretty good, sunny weather most of the time.” Not to deter or sway her from anywhere in particular, but the option and notions were there. “Any place you’ve liked over others?”
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
