Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Preferences to sunshine were a given with Torchline inhabitants – so she shrugged her shoulders, balancing the knife on a few fingers before twirling it around again. At the last range of remarks, she laughed, shaking her head; and while she did feel bad about the whole curse thing, hadn’t he pledged himself to these gods? “You’re Attuned. Kinda goes with the territory.” Her brow arced, lilting upwards, before pressing back down again, stare rendering elsewhere, along the pool embankment. “Neither did I. But if Safrin had made Jack an offer…,” or vice versa, both were known for their statures in manipulation.
The honeybee wrinkled her nose once more, contemplating, but then not diving much deeper into the notions. “Well, if you have time to kill, do you want to train again?” She had her knives, and a multitude of other weapons at her disposal. Maybe there was something else Locke wanted to work on.
The honeybee wrinkled her nose once more, contemplating, but then not diving much deeper into the notions. “Well, if you have time to kill, do you want to train again?” She had her knives, and a multitude of other weapons at her disposal. Maybe there was something else Locke wanted to work on.
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
