Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
The arch of her brow indicated some manner of amusement, allowing for a brief laugh and a shake of her head, the wild locks bounding in cascades and ripples from the breath of the sea. “Nah. We can save it for another time.” Her eyes went towards the shoreline, watching her companions as they waited for her.
Incantations meant his own prayers might have gone unanswered, but she shrugged. “I’ve heard of some meeting those with magic anyway,” like Ru. “And maybe,” she snorted, ducking off the current entirely as she found another segmented pathway. “See you around!” came along a wave of her hand, and then she was a bristling ember on the wind again, snagging at gourd and dragon alike.
{FIN}
Incantations meant his own prayers might have gone unanswered, but she shrugged. “I’ve heard of some meeting those with magic anyway,” like Ru. “And maybe,” she snorted, ducking off the current entirely as she found another segmented pathway. “See you around!” came along a wave of her hand, and then she was a bristling ember on the wind again, snagging at gourd and dragon alike.
{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
