Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Occupying herself with making her own crown, and not laughing under her breath, her eyes only rambled upward at his inclination. She watched the worm begin to inch its way along the top of the woven stems, and the youth could only pride herself on not collapsing into a fit of hysterics at the stupid, ridiculous image. “Perfect,” the honeybee uttered instead with a faint Cheshire grin – giving nothing away but likely ensuring something was amiss with the mild expression.
A hum stoked under her breath again as she worked, waiting for the inevitable to fall into place. In the meantime, she listened, falling silent at the semblances of potential magic woven into the Voice standards. She was careful to bide around the moment with any comments – about where they stood, about Nate, about all the delicate, feeble, grounds lingering around the fringes. “Well, maybe we have enough big Attuned shifts to cover the bases anyway,” uttered around a snort; clearly insinuating dragon abilities. “And skyports.”
A hum stoked under her breath again as she worked, waiting for the inevitable to fall into place. In the meantime, she listened, falling silent at the semblances of potential magic woven into the Voice standards. She was careful to bide around the moment with any comments – about where they stood, about Nate, about all the delicate, feeble, grounds lingering around the fringes. “Well, maybe we have enough big Attuned shifts to cover the bases anyway,” uttered around a snort; clearly insinuating dragon abilities. “And skyports.”
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
