Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
No flaunt of power then? Melita might’ve laughed. She’d never done the same either, even with Nate or Sunjata’s influence. Never had to, really. She preferred the cataclysms to be orchestrated by her own merits, her own efforts. Likely Seren was the same. “Ah well. It would be worth it though.” Or perhaps the daughter of Safrin could float along the skyport lanes for a bit – which seemed like a keen adventure all on its own.
Uncertain why there was faltering when it came to Nate (he was undoubtedly the favorite and she liked to pretend, gloss over, the difference and impacts of gods between them), and then – some lines forged across her face. “Hm. You might be right.” Everything was so convoluted and chaotic presently, and not in the way that Melita preferred. “Perhaps just stick with Ray for now?” The honeybee wasn’t entirely sure how to bridge those overwhelming gaps, when it was no fault of Seren’s for her bloodlines, and a series of mistakes made by stupefying men.
Uncertain why there was faltering when it came to Nate (he was undoubtedly the favorite and she liked to pretend, gloss over, the difference and impacts of gods between them), and then – some lines forged across her face. “Hm. You might be right.” Everything was so convoluted and chaotic presently, and not in the way that Melita preferred. “Perhaps just stick with Ray for now?” The honeybee wasn’t entirely sure how to bridge those overwhelming gaps, when it was no fault of Seren’s for her bloodlines, and a series of mistakes made by stupefying men.
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
