Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Even if her suggestion wasn’t taken, the girl kept her quiver nearby. Other plans were enacted, and concocted, and she snagged at Fangorn, tucking him down by her side for safety. Thereafter, her concentration had to be honed in on the elements, on the danger, on the curl and foam of the tides. Brows furrowed, a single nod extended to the Captain, the youth redirected her cannons towards where the creature would be stirring. In quick, methodical, practiced strokes and measures, she lit the fuses, plugged her ears, and hissed under her breath; silent little pleas, fortified armaments. Intentions were for fire and brimstone, for power and prowess, for the whale to be sent off, gone, away, or vanquished.
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Melita fires the cannons as directed!
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Melita fires the cannons as directed!
Melita
