Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Ordinarily a portion would escape her; too focused on other things like the high speed thrill of the wind or the merry little chase – but he’d said Attuned, and it caused her head to tilt. Maybe it’d been in error or jest, and she corrected him with a display of her hands, intentionally looking as though they were fanning out wide, portraying and miming an invisible sign. “Or Demigod – don’t be alarmed,” in a loud, booming voice.
As for needing the sky, she could fathom that front. She preferred simply to think of it as the open wilderness – stretching out towards each and every horizon she could get her greedy, covetous little fingers on. It was worth the moments to savor – granting her time to think and mend and heal from whatever ailed; or to glorify in the trips and traps and trials, finding news ways to galvanize her efforts or bomb pirates below.
The notion of a trick had her brow arching, leaning along the railing. “Oh really? Like what?”
As for needing the sky, she could fathom that front. She preferred simply to think of it as the open wilderness – stretching out towards each and every horizon she could get her greedy, covetous little fingers on. It was worth the moments to savor – granting her time to think and mend and heal from whatever ailed; or to glorify in the trips and traps and trials, finding news ways to galvanize her efforts or bomb pirates below.
The notion of a trick had her brow arching, leaning along the railing. “Oh really? Like what?”
Melita
