problem creating skills are where I really shine

mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth

Melita’s mouth rounded into a tiny ‘o’ of surprise and understanding once Flora had voiced the reasoning behind a lack of quick and swift nuptials (unaware, of course, that they’d already committed their vows and actually followed that emboldened road well before, as tradition). Big families on top of some high-risk traveling implications made her nose wrinkle in thought, gaze going upward to watch the flock of ningos finally ascend and go elsewhere, contemplating the parts. “Oof – right. And you wouldn’t want dragons interrupting the ceremonies. Were you thinking of items or..?” Maybe they could all be escorted one by one by some of the more powerful and potent individuals, but the impending gathering itself seemed like one gigantic opportunity for a flying lizard’s meal. “Could always have your fathers be guards,” she grinned; as much as that sounded like it would be a pain in the ass. They wouldn’t be able to watch anything, always on alert and destroying things in the background. Though, on second thought…

That pattern of notions of chaos was interrupted when they kept discussing the channeling aspects of their lives, and she granted a long and heavy sigh. “I never even thought of thank-you letters,” nor had she received any either, but her circumstances had been more bizarre than anything else. “They don’t even apologize for shit most of the time.” Pondering, then laughing, she shrugged her shoulders. “Would it be wrong to aim for the channeler when they interrupt your sleep? Could blame it on the drowsiness.”

Melita

of both beauty and battle cries