Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Her eyes narrowed when she heard the low rumble echoing and bounding outwards – incapable of understanding its meaning. If it was a threat, Melita didn’t respond well to those, apt to quickly remind others that she was just as much an ominous and nefarious piece of the horizon. If it was a greeting, she had no means in which to clip back, save for her own voice racing along the sky, and she doubted it would carry from here.
As they got closer though, she realized it was a griffin, rather than fluffy cloud wyrms come to try and annoy her. A much larger version though, far more massive than the ones she’d seen as companions, like they were miniature images of this thing. Could they talk? Were they intelligent? Or was this going to be a fight? “Heeeeeeeey,” she announced, cupping her hands around her mouth to try and make the sound flicker over waters and wind. Her eyes drifted quickly to her cannons, then her arrows nearby, just in case; no fear, no resignation, but her mind a well of possibilities. Sending Sila upwards, the dragon drifted overhead of the skyship, perhaps as a symbol and beacon too.
As they got closer though, she realized it was a griffin, rather than fluffy cloud wyrms come to try and annoy her. A much larger version though, far more massive than the ones she’d seen as companions, like they were miniature images of this thing. Could they talk? Were they intelligent? Or was this going to be a fight? “Heeeeeeeey,” she announced, cupping her hands around her mouth to try and make the sound flicker over waters and wind. Her eyes drifted quickly to her cannons, then her arrows nearby, just in case; no fear, no resignation, but her mind a well of possibilities. Sending Sila upwards, the dragon drifted overhead of the skyship, perhaps as a symbol and beacon too.
Melita
