Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
At his grin, hers grew equally Cheshire; much like the cat who’d snagged the canary, and quite frankly, didn’t give a damn. “Mostly men,” and she winked – leaving him to wonder exactly how many she’d stabbed, brutalized, or beaten down in her short amount of time on this earth.
The serrated edges were glistening things upon inspection, and she hummed again, content with their state. Locke’s explanations were intriguing; she’d known a few now to be lost amongst the Wilds. It seemed to be an easy thing to do, given either a lack of portals, directions, and the still vibrant newness of the world. Opened up – but not for so very long. “Where did you end up this time?”
At his last question though, the snicker returned, complete with a rally of warm laughter. “Oh, only briefly. But it was a good one.” Her eyes flickered upwards, as if the ship might come out of the sky. “Jack made some sort of deal with Safrin, and now the damned thing flies.”
The serrated edges were glistening things upon inspection, and she hummed again, content with their state. Locke’s explanations were intriguing; she’d known a few now to be lost amongst the Wilds. It seemed to be an easy thing to do, given either a lack of portals, directions, and the still vibrant newness of the world. Opened up – but not for so very long. “Where did you end up this time?”
At his last question though, the snicker returned, complete with a rally of warm laughter. “Oh, only briefly. But it was a good one.” Her eyes flickered upwards, as if the ship might come out of the sky. “Jack made some sort of deal with Safrin, and now the damned thing flies.”
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
