Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
A snide little smile snuck its way along her lips at his inquiry – completely unrepentant in its Cheshire joviality. “Secret!” Then she bounded in a long stride across the water once more, stretching out from her curled position beside the shrine.
Which gave her ample space away from him, even as the rogue snort followed through on the mild flirtation. “Not sure yet,” came with a wrinkled nose, a vague tilt of her head as the puzzle of the familiarity came to its own end. “Many times. You must be Flora’s brother.” Twins – Remi, Ru, all clambering together easily enough for even the Honeybee to connect the dots. “What brings you out here?”
Hopefully not the dead ramphire nearby, known and seen along the shore.
Which gave her ample space away from him, even as the rogue snort followed through on the mild flirtation. “Not sure yet,” came with a wrinkled nose, a vague tilt of her head as the puzzle of the familiarity came to its own end. “Many times. You must be Flora’s brother.” Twins – Remi, Ru, all clambering together easily enough for even the Honeybee to connect the dots. “What brings you out here?”
Hopefully not the dead ramphire nearby, known and seen along the shore.
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
