to be lit up from within
vein by vein
A raucous growl filled her lungs as nothing appeared to go well at all. What had seemed like a simple, fun, amusing task had gone south quickly, and now the youth found herself not really giving a shit about the damned wyrms, and more about herself potentially being flung right out of the crow’s nest. Her hands clung tightly to the ropes, and Fangorn’s resounding grumbles solidified, fangs dangerously close to biting and snapping.His vines too, of course, continued to wrap around her, as much as his small body could hold and maintain her weight. An eyeroll was cast in Jack’s direction at his response, enough of a moment passing for her to sneer at him from her precarious position. “I try!” She kicked and flailed a bit, attempting to get her feet back up into the nest, yearning to be firmly entrenched on wooden boards instead of meandering along the air. “Dumbass,” she murmured to herself, fingers digging and clenching.
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Melita attempts to crawl her dumb ass back into the crow’s nest, clinging onto ropes and kicking her feet potentially back onto the surface. Fangorn tries to hold onto her with his vines.
to be the sun
MELITA
