Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Gods, there was suddenly too much going on.
Cloud wyrms, her uncle shifting, nets being thrown, magic being cast, and there she stood, incapable of assisting – save for proffering warnings or suggestions. IfSaiden was too busy with air currents, would he be able to strive for the wyrms? “Could you scoop them out with your water magic?” Meaning the creatures stuck along the waves – not the ones suddenly careening into the ship. She’d seen him wield it enough times – but wasn’t certain the stretch or limit of incantations. A thought, when she actually had one.
Otherwise, she set to grind her teeth when the Ark was rammed hard; and the significance of seasons before mauled into her. “Not again,” she muttered under breath, as if daring to provoke the fiends, eyes going towards Sunjata briefly, assuming he’d be out of there soon. Out of range.
Then the youth turned, shifted, her cannons towards the water – intending to fire where they’d felt the ricochet, the resounding machinations, of those damned whales.
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Melita suggests scooping the cloud wyrms out with water magic to Saiden.
She also tries to fire her cannons at the ghost whale hitting the Ark.
Cloud wyrms, her uncle shifting, nets being thrown, magic being cast, and there she stood, incapable of assisting – save for proffering warnings or suggestions. If
Otherwise, she set to grind her teeth when the Ark was rammed hard; and the significance of seasons before mauled into her. “Not again,” she muttered under breath, as if daring to provoke the fiends, eyes going towards Sunjata briefly, assuming he’d be out of there soon. Out of range.
Then the youth turned, shifted, her cannons towards the water – intending to fire where they’d felt the ricochet, the resounding machinations, of those damned whales.
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Melita suggests scooping the cloud wyrms out with water magic to Saiden.
She also tries to fire her cannons at the ghost whale hitting the Ark.
Melita
