you must burn brighter than ever
Might as well keep up the pattern of being absolute shit – and Melita tripped, stumbled, and bumbled around as if she’d never touched a piece of timber in her life. Then there was the knot, as if she hadn’t even learned a god damned sailor’s trade, and the wood came tumbling down into the dirt.
Her mount looked at her, unimpressed. Might’ve even kicked a twig away.
With a very large sigh and huff of air, the youth sneered at anything and everything in her path, stomping about, and grabbing hold of the materials all over again. “Won’t get me this time, fuckers,” she growled towards the inanimate objects, and Fangorn rolled his eyes. Then, she strived to once more, attach the wood to saddle bags, and make her way back to the camp. Ridiculous.
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Melita tries to bring the wood back to the camp again.
Her mount looked at her, unimpressed. Might’ve even kicked a twig away.
With a very large sigh and huff of air, the youth sneered at anything and everything in her path, stomping about, and grabbing hold of the materials all over again. “Won’t get me this time, fuckers,” she growled towards the inanimate objects, and Fangorn rolled his eyes. Then, she strived to once more, attach the wood to saddle bags, and make her way back to the camp. Ridiculous.
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Melita tries to bring the wood back to the camp again.
Melita
