you must burn brighter than ever
“Uhhh, they can go around me,” she snorted in response, her face contorting into something slightly mocking. The cloud wyrms would be far more nimble than the Firecracker (and if they were being perfectly honest, Melita would be going far too fast to turn that abruptly). The sentiments of big ass honking horns, not unlike an obnoxious goose, seemed somewhat suitable in her mind though, and she added it to a formidable list of horrendous items to entertain herself with.
A ningo’s usefulness made her eyes widen momentarily, a small ‘huh’ conforming out of the following shrug. She didn’t have the same mother hen aspect over the fat, round birds as she might have to the moushrooms, so there were no defensive aspects thereafter; only a quick nod of her head. “Noted,” with a wicked grin to match.
At his mention of a board addition though, her head whipped around, attention and focus so constantly diverted, eyes narrowing as she glanced at the mother and son drama llama fun fest. There was some Karen-esque performance, right down to the haircut, as she belittled a worker, then seemed to be fussing over her adult child. “Good gods, that’s fuckin’ gross,” as she pinpointed the location on her own card, noting that it wouldn’t be rendering her a win on another sigh.
But with a quick glance again, maybe she could see where Iskra’s was…not so subtly trying to peek over his shoulder.
A ningo’s usefulness made her eyes widen momentarily, a small ‘huh’ conforming out of the following shrug. She didn’t have the same mother hen aspect over the fat, round birds as she might have to the moushrooms, so there were no defensive aspects thereafter; only a quick nod of her head. “Noted,” with a wicked grin to match.
At his mention of a board addition though, her head whipped around, attention and focus so constantly diverted, eyes narrowing as she glanced at the mother and son drama llama fun fest. There was some Karen-esque performance, right down to the haircut, as she belittled a worker, then seemed to be fussing over her adult child. “Good gods, that’s fuckin’ gross,” as she pinpointed the location on her own card, noting that it wouldn’t be rendering her a win on another sigh.
But with a quick glance again, maybe she could see where Iskra’s was…not so subtly trying to peek over his shoulder.
Melita
