Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Sila’s flight was a successful plunge, and before the griffin revelation she was back in the open helm of the Firecracker, depositing the brilliant sunstone in Melita’s palms. “Oooh, fuck yeah, what a score,” she whispered to the dragon, already scratching at the top of her head and depositing treats out for both Fangorn and Sila. Thereafter, she stuffed the rock (one of the best she’d ever laid eyes on, let’s be real) into her pockets, pretending like she hadn’t just earned something quite-fucking-amazing, and glanced over at the Attuned.
Who she did know, and it caused a short burst of laughter from her. “Oh hey. You know you gotta wear a sign or something.” While she didn’t imply why, she figured he’d understand the nuances and justification behind it. So people didn’t shoot him or whatever. “Neat trick though, with the wings and all.” She supposed that would be pretty boss to fly around half-shifted; but then again, she had her own skyship, so those limitations didn’t sorely impact her.
At his question, she shook her head. “Nah. Probably got a while. What’re you doing out here?”
Who she did know, and it caused a short burst of laughter from her. “Oh hey. You know you gotta wear a sign or something.” While she didn’t imply why, she figured he’d understand the nuances and justification behind it. So people didn’t shoot him or whatever. “Neat trick though, with the wings and all.” She supposed that would be pretty boss to fly around half-shifted; but then again, she had her own skyship, so those limitations didn’t sorely impact her.
At his question, she shook her head. “Nah. Probably got a while. What’re you doing out here?”
Melita
