Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Fangorn was likely having far more success than either of the two combined. He ambled along, searching and puttering around, vines snaking out to test certain areas and parameters while the two fools bumbled around – fumbling for frogs.
But since neither of them were paying attention to him, it likely didn’t matter.
“Nothing here either,” she muttered, kicking at a few loose stones and ignoring the ridiculous amount of mud clustered to her dress. Everywhere else was a festering mess as well; caked within her hair, notched several times along her forehead, cheeks completely drenched, nose stained. All in all, a look that said she was a creature or monster of the bog, instead of someone who smuggled for a living. “I’m going to try and find another one!” Because that tactic had clearly worked out in their favor.
Regardless, her eyes shifted back to the swampy configurations, narrowing, studying, scrutinizing, over the patchwork proportions they’d yet to disturb. And there, she saw a smaller amphibian, resting on the lily pad without a care. If she could just tiptoe over…
But since neither of them were paying attention to him, it likely didn’t matter.
“Nothing here either,” she muttered, kicking at a few loose stones and ignoring the ridiculous amount of mud clustered to her dress. Everywhere else was a festering mess as well; caked within her hair, notched several times along her forehead, cheeks completely drenched, nose stained. All in all, a look that said she was a creature or monster of the bog, instead of someone who smuggled for a living. “I’m going to try and find another one!” Because that tactic had clearly worked out in their favor.
Regardless, her eyes shifted back to the swampy configurations, narrowing, studying, scrutinizing, over the patchwork proportions they’d yet to disturb. And there, she saw a smaller amphibian, resting on the lily pad without a care. If she could just tiptoe over…
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
