Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita might have been offended that her infamy didn’t come with her everywhere, but nonetheless, she seemed less than impressed as a stranger came rambling through while she was already relinquishing her position on the stone. She gave him a snort instead, and a grand yawn to show she was neither fussed with the incoming fire, nor with him, hitching her things along her shoulder and beginning to gather her companions as they flickered about. “Gee, thanks,” in a ‘no shit sherlock’ salute, but instead of trekking back towards the inland portion, she began wading out amongst the water, anklet around her leg allowing and affording her the ability to simply float along the surface of the veneer, Fangorn in her hands and Sila flying onward. They could roam to the next isle, or head more into the Grounds adornments; pick up Iskra’s gift.
She wouldn’t have even said much more, had the fumes clearly bothered others as they came parading through the treetops. Outcries of Meat! and Eyes! came unchecked from the scenery, floating in on the illustrious gore crows and all their finery. Rolling her own gaze, she snorted – one would think while evading impending doom, they’d be thinking more about their own survival, rather than hunting down someone far stronger than themselves. As some prepared to dive bomb her, her dragon unfurled a deadly dose of fire, and Melita opted to unleash her wild magic, in hopes it’d be something worthwhile.
It wasn’t, because then she turned to a frog, but whatever.
She wouldn’t have even said much more, had the fumes clearly bothered others as they came parading through the treetops. Outcries of Meat! and Eyes! came unchecked from the scenery, floating in on the illustrious gore crows and all their finery. Rolling her own gaze, she snorted – one would think while evading impending doom, they’d be thinking more about their own survival, rather than hunting down someone far stronger than themselves. As some prepared to dive bomb her, her dragon unfurled a deadly dose of fire, and Melita opted to unleash her wild magic, in hopes it’d be something worthwhile.
It wasn’t, because then she turned to a frog, but whatever.
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
