Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
The smoke billowing through was another warning, and Melita clenched her jaw, narrowing her eyes as the crows were thinning out, and the fire was spreading. Unlike her uncle, she had no means to cease its impending strikes; and she, and likely the stranger, had best be off before more calamity struck.
Granting one last plunge of her magic into the lingering beasts, she was once more shocked (and the little monsters too) as her lightning struck again. She could feel the surge of her pulse racing as it fired off another round of cantankerous edges, sizzling and condemning the remaining birds into a drifting, spiraling flock amidst the water’s edge, or finally drifting off to where they should’ve been evading. Taking another breath, steeling and forging herself once more, she whistled to Sila and gathered up Fangorn. “I’m out of here! Thanks for the help!” she hollered to the sword-wielder, before doing exactly that – rampaging along the surface of the lake to better grounds.
[FIN]
Granting one last plunge of her magic into the lingering beasts, she was once more shocked (and the little monsters too) as her lightning struck again. She could feel the surge of her pulse racing as it fired off another round of cantankerous edges, sizzling and condemning the remaining birds into a drifting, spiraling flock amidst the water’s edge, or finally drifting off to where they should’ve been evading. Taking another breath, steeling and forging herself once more, she whistled to Sila and gathered up Fangorn. “I’m out of here! Thanks for the help!” she hollered to the sword-wielder, before doing exactly that – rampaging along the surface of the lake to better grounds.
[FIN]
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
