you must burn brighter than ever
Never a soul to take the tread roads, the firecracker youth blended in between the unknown – steps light, airy, but miniscule in comparison to the depths where they wandered. Her eyes caught nothing, saw nothing, but her skin felt the brush of warmth. Immediately her heart wandered, her heart soared, her heart leapt, the heat pressing against senses, reminders of home - not Torchline, but where dragons roared and where the sand was red.
Could the pearl be there?
She turned into it instinctively, thriving on impulse, on impetuousness, on the inner boldness always clinging to her blood.
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Melita heads to the warm winds!
Could the pearl be there?
She turned into it instinctively, thriving on impulse, on impetuousness, on the inner boldness always clinging to her blood.
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Melita heads to the warm winds!
Melita
