but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
The direction grated, the youth strived to do just as she’d been told, and by the time everything had seemingly come together, with the crew, with magic, with some damned fortune, every portion of her body ached. The deluge had washed away the blood off her legs, merely leaving them chapped and raw, and she ignored them for now to catch her breath, and muster any strength left while they cheer and holler down below.
A fuckin’ drink sounded delightful.
Meandering down with a casual wave to Jack, Fangorn bounding rapidly over puddles and soaked ramparts, the girl steadied her breath, her lungs, her frame, drawing herself back to forbearing heights and rigidity. There will be time later to recuperate, wear away into instant slumber. The first contortions of adventures, and it’d been a near death experience. Sounded about right.
Fangorn led the way in assisting in cleaning, and both individuals grabbed hold of objects strung across the wooden boards, hastening to right them (especially checking in on her beloved cannons), and ensure everything was back in its proper place.
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Melita and Fangorn clean the deck!
A fuckin’ drink sounded delightful.
Meandering down with a casual wave to Jack, Fangorn bounding rapidly over puddles and soaked ramparts, the girl steadied her breath, her lungs, her frame, drawing herself back to forbearing heights and rigidity. There will be time later to recuperate, wear away into instant slumber. The first contortions of adventures, and it’d been a near death experience. Sounded about right.
Fangorn led the way in assisting in cleaning, and both individuals grabbed hold of objects strung across the wooden boards, hastening to right them (especially checking in on her beloved cannons), and ensure everything was back in its proper place.
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Melita and Fangorn clean the deck!
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
