Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
The pilfered pastries were not a surprise, and she indulged the nuances again with a quick laugh and a promise of more. “You’re absolutely right. It would be safe to try some new kinds too.” Ones that didn’t have to be shared with spirits anyway.
As for how they’d be training or finding new targets – other than Melita’s fast, impulsive notions of trying to play some bizarre version of whack-a-mole (Hadama’s head popping above the surface, her staff swinging downwards to bop it, and so on) – she found his suggestion far better than the one settling on her tongue. “Sure! It might help you too.” In building up some strength and accuracy.
So she meandered around the pool, attempting to get into a suitable position; stance needing to be altered and changed, due to the different demands and commands. The honeybee was used to knocking out much larger targets than a seedpod or a stone; the surface area would be far, far, far more difficult to snag and regale.
As for how they’d be training or finding new targets – other than Melita’s fast, impulsive notions of trying to play some bizarre version of whack-a-mole (Hadama’s head popping above the surface, her staff swinging downwards to bop it, and so on) – she found his suggestion far better than the one settling on her tongue. “Sure! It might help you too.” In building up some strength and accuracy.
So she meandered around the pool, attempting to get into a suitable position; stance needing to be altered and changed, due to the different demands and commands. The honeybee was used to knocking out much larger targets than a seedpod or a stone; the surface area would be far, far, far more difficult to snag and regale.
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
