[RE] scarlet

Melita

yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard

Melita was bizarrely accustomed to strange circumstances; though this one seemed familiar in its crimson prowess – just not where it was supposed to be. She and her companions joined the crowd of onlookers, peeling her way over to the side to glance around, casually sniff at things nearby. Her eyes flickered up towards the falls themselves, and then along edges and boundaries, listening to the murmurs and ponderings from others. She’d dove amongst the Crimson Cataract on numerous occasions, snagging and picking at stones, but this seemed…uncertain.

With no answers, and simply curiosity with an inkling of trepidation resting in her chest, the Honeybee waited for something to occur.

I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury