Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Once she’d recovered from her giggling fit, wiping at her eyes one more time, the youth stood up, dusting off the soil, dirt, and petals that had managed to conjure and collect on her dress. She acknowledged both comments with a Cheshire grin and an all-knowing gaze, as if the notions weren’t to be challenged, before tilting her head, considering his question.
Hobble home indeed. A little streak of triumph still kindled in her chest, likely where it shouldn’t.
“Ride back,” she determined – since she hadn’t taken a dragon ride before. Melita snagged at Fangorn, her assemblage of items and weapons within her bag or back, and then nodded, indicating they could be off whenever he saw fit.
A better day, considering the circumstances.
{FIN}
Hobble home indeed. A little streak of triumph still kindled in her chest, likely where it shouldn’t.
“Ride back,” she determined – since she hadn’t taken a dragon ride before. Melita snagged at Fangorn, her assemblage of items and weapons within her bag or back, and then nodded, indicating they could be off whenever he saw fit.
A better day, considering the circumstances.
{FIN}
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
