Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Completely unbothered by any notions of violence and previous bouts of vehemence against any flora or fauna, Melita’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh! I’ve hunted ramphire and gore crows. Those won’t be too bad.” She didn’t know anything about the ninko though – that might have to be something looked up.
The honeybee shrugged her shoulders at the other piece too, for that seemed straightforward and simple. “I can help with that. I’ve done a lot of bow work and staff, but I can always work on throwing knives or daggers.” Anything sharp, really.
And with those promises ahead and another season to look forward to (when they weren’t glossing over piece and portions of war), the youths could forge onward in their plans of either might, mischief, or the folly of ice antics.
{FIN}
The honeybee shrugged her shoulders at the other piece too, for that seemed straightforward and simple. “I can help with that. I’ve done a lot of bow work and staff, but I can always work on throwing knives or daggers.” Anything sharp, really.
And with those promises ahead and another season to look forward to (when they weren’t glossing over piece and portions of war), the youths could forge onward in their plans of either might, mischief, or the folly of ice antics.
{FIN}
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
