Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
It was amazing how many things she could accomplish when avoiding her family.
She’d assisted in restocking and resupplying the Ark without too much hassle. She’d swung by the markets for some haggling after catching some fish, just to see what was available. She made several wishes at the Miana Pool, dropped off some toys alongside Ludo’s shrine, and overall danced and skirted along the shorelines as if there was nothing else to be done. With her bag bouncing over her shoulder, variety of weapons instilled upon her person, the youth felt a bit untouchable, daring, bold, and quite pleased with herself.
Fangorn, bounding at her side, made a few grumbling noises. Her eyes lifted to where his own eerie set pinpointed: beholding a dragon up ahead. Melita had seen her fair share of the companions, though never their massive counterparts (her uncle didn’t count), but it seemed the little thing was wholly occupied by crabs. Her stare went and roamed further, intending to see if there was someone it belonged to – and sure enough, another individual rose out of the ocean.
Well, no need to go and antagonize then. She offered a little wave, before sauntering further, expecting nothing in return, making her way through the sand, borne to it on her bare feet.
She’d assisted in restocking and resupplying the Ark without too much hassle. She’d swung by the markets for some haggling after catching some fish, just to see what was available. She made several wishes at the Miana Pool, dropped off some toys alongside Ludo’s shrine, and overall danced and skirted along the shorelines as if there was nothing else to be done. With her bag bouncing over her shoulder, variety of weapons instilled upon her person, the youth felt a bit untouchable, daring, bold, and quite pleased with herself.
Fangorn, bounding at her side, made a few grumbling noises. Her eyes lifted to where his own eerie set pinpointed: beholding a dragon up ahead. Melita had seen her fair share of the companions, though never their massive counterparts (her uncle didn’t count), but it seemed the little thing was wholly occupied by crabs. Her stare went and roamed further, intending to see if there was someone it belonged to – and sure enough, another individual rose out of the ocean.
Well, no need to go and antagonize then. She offered a little wave, before sauntering further, expecting nothing in return, making her way through the sand, borne to it on her bare feet.
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
