Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Only the brightest of smiles conjured along the Honeybee’s features as Ludo made its presence known – the pretzels immediately crammed (and her suspicions deemed correct). A light round of laughter followed at the imagery depicted – shaking her head and watching as the vines snaked along the bracelet, pretending bits of rat weren’t immersed in their either. Maybe that hadn’t been the best choice.
But regardless, it was over and done, a bow strengthened, a promise fulfilled. “Thank you! I hope you liked the pretzels!” And with that, she bowed her head, intending to leave the deity be.
For there were other things to consider and snag, and she wouldn’t keep either of them idle for long.
{FIN <3}
But regardless, it was over and done, a bow strengthened, a promise fulfilled. “Thank you! I hope you liked the pretzels!” And with that, she bowed her head, intending to leave the deity be.
For there were other things to consider and snag, and she wouldn’t keep either of them idle for long.
{FIN <3}
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
