[Training] [se] articulate frenzy

Melita

yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard

The honeybee nodded, intertwining her hands around a long blade of grass, and then tying it in a knot in between her fingers. Flicking it back and forth, she listened to Kamaria’s whereabouts, extension of her education (thank the gods) didn’t murmur through her teeth, but certainly in her mind).

“Just the swamps,” with an inclination of a shrug. Beyond looking for witches, frog catching, and being absolutely stupid with vampire gourds, the trips hadn’t been devastating, ruinous, or dangerous. No ghost whales to be had either – though whether that was due to her charm or some other circumstance, she couldn’t be certain.

Then she wondered if she’d gone a little too far, because she wasn’t sure if Sunjata would like the answer she was about to give about Jack, the ship, and the how. She didn’t grimace, but the notions had been there – pausing carefully instead, not looking at him. “He and Safrin made a deal, I guess.” They hadn’t been given too many details about the transaction, and though very nosey, Melita had enough wherewithal to not pry too deeply.

I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury