Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Content with how things had gone, Melita’s eyes roamed from the inlet to gate-building, and back again. Figuring Hadama and Maeve probably had it handled, the honeybee meandered over to where Ray was working. “I’ll help!” She chirped, gaze flickering to the plans unfurling. Fangorn and Sila joined along, though the former was probably more useful with grappling vines.
From there, she opted to utilize the tools and supplies they had, following after Ray, slow and steady (a rarity for her, considering the youth was all about impulse) – for they wanted to ensure that this was done correctly, efficiently, the first time.
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Melita assists Ray in building the gate.
From there, she opted to utilize the tools and supplies they had, following after Ray, slow and steady (a rarity for her, considering the youth was all about impulse) – for they wanted to ensure that this was done correctly, efficiently, the first time.
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Melita assists Ray in building the gate.
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
