your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Melita wouldn’t admit it, but traversing over the land by dragon was much easier, and quite frankly, more amusing, than meandering through sky ports or wandering. With Fangorn safely tucked in her arms, her hands grasping hold of scales along her uncle, and Sila flying alongside, the journey towards a jungle (?) portion of Hak Etme was far better. you are from another time
“Huh,” she muttered and uttered as they landed, sliding off easily. “What the fuck is all of this?” She’d been used to the intense, dry heat of the desert – especially the last time she’d scorched her way through, with bone monsters and massive mistakes. Not the opulent, sprawling vibrance of this sudden oasis, waves upon waves of greenery and abundance. “Have you seen this before?”
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
