Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Oblivious, impulsive, and impetuous have been the hallmarks of Melita’s character, and they hadn’t managed to disperse or wither away yet. So she lingered, hovering just inches before the frog, a slow, descending hand ghosting lower and lower, intending to cast nothing more than a mere shadow before the beast –
And then she somehow ended up sprawled back into the mud, shocked, stupefied, and stunned, when the amphibian managed to secure a landing upon a rising muzzle. A gasp flickered and floored through her chest, and that was all she had time for, before the creature snorted a wad of water upon her – casting more flecks of material upon her face. “Oh,” was a dim, bewildered utterance – before blinking, waiting, completely in its line of sight, for something else to happen.
When it didn’t – only leaning forward, muzzle coming towards her, the youth managed a series of blinks, brain scrambling to come up with some pattern of behavior. “I think I made a new friend,” she uttered, a bit of a stage whisper, loud enough to coax Milo’s attention, but hopefully not in measure and decibels where the deer (if that was what it was) would hasten off. She reached out, fingers inching towards its nose. "Do you know where we could find a witch?" Was hushed and silly, but there nonetheless.
And then she somehow ended up sprawled back into the mud, shocked, stupefied, and stunned, when the amphibian managed to secure a landing upon a rising muzzle. A gasp flickered and floored through her chest, and that was all she had time for, before the creature snorted a wad of water upon her – casting more flecks of material upon her face. “Oh,” was a dim, bewildered utterance – before blinking, waiting, completely in its line of sight, for something else to happen.
When it didn’t – only leaning forward, muzzle coming towards her, the youth managed a series of blinks, brain scrambling to come up with some pattern of behavior. “I think I made a new friend,” she uttered, a bit of a stage whisper, loud enough to coax Milo’s attention, but hopefully not in measure and decibels where the deer (if that was what it was) would hasten off. She reached out, fingers inching towards its nose. "Do you know where we could find a witch?" Was hushed and silly, but there nonetheless.
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
