Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Melita couldn’t even begin to explain how excited she was to be off. Out of Torchline. Leaving monsoons and family dramatics and rifts behind. Maybe her relatives thought the same – to have the youth out and gone and less of a howling hassle, stubbornly trying to understand just where everything aligned now. The Ark embarking off into the sea couldn’t have come at a better time.
So it was with an intense relief that she could listen to Jack barking orders, with the wind in her face, her hair, and capable of placing the wake of Sunjata’s antics and the revolving door of confusion behind. Her energy was exuberant and wild, a chaotic little melee of dashing movements and motions, content with the ease and spirit of the wake, of Fangorn rushing alongside, of everything with its purpose.
She adhered readily to her claimed armaments, racing toward the cannons, loading them up for whatever onslaught faced them.
Bring it on, ghost whales.
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Melita loads the cannons!
So it was with an intense relief that she could listen to Jack barking orders, with the wind in her face, her hair, and capable of placing the wake of Sunjata’s antics and the revolving door of confusion behind. Her energy was exuberant and wild, a chaotic little melee of dashing movements and motions, content with the ease and spirit of the wake, of Fangorn rushing alongside, of everything with its purpose.
She adhered readily to her claimed armaments, racing toward the cannons, loading them up for whatever onslaught faced them.
Bring it on, ghost whales.
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Melita loads the cannons!
Melita
