Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Rumors abound and stories unleashed had her sinking her feet into the murky, tempestuous boundaries as they’d traveled and traversed their way through the jungle, and then into another warren. “This must be it!” She highlighted towards Milo, the poor unfortunate soul she’d managed to drag, coerce, and convince to travel with her based solely on Aurelia’s accounts. The bubbling murk was a dead giveaway anyway, and she beelined, despite the heat and sultry air, towards the bog congested water. Fangorn, with an obvious amount of trepidation, sauntered and bumbled behind.
Tying her hair back as it stuck to her neck, the youth pondered over their haphazard journey, toying with the staff in her hands, half-inclined to stick it into the depths to test the surface and water level, then second-guessing the maneuver. “Where do you think we’d find a witch?” Her gilded eyes shifted back to him, an arch to her brow, a shrug to her shoulders, as if the wayward wandering was no bother to her at all (it wasn’t – and this had all been constructed purely by impulse and stupidity). Fairy tales and legends had always painted tapestries of wicked little homes with wicked little people; and this didn’t seem to be match the descriptions.
Tying her hair back as it stuck to her neck, the youth pondered over their haphazard journey, toying with the staff in her hands, half-inclined to stick it into the depths to test the surface and water level, then second-guessing the maneuver. “Where do you think we’d find a witch?” Her gilded eyes shifted back to him, an arch to her brow, a shrug to her shoulders, as if the wayward wandering was no bother to her at all (it wasn’t – and this had all been constructed purely by impulse and stupidity). Fairy tales and legends had always painted tapestries of wicked little homes with wicked little people; and this didn’t seem to be match the descriptions.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
