Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
“Milo and I tried to find a witch. Caught some frogs instead.” A wry grin flickered there, because while it hadn’t been overtly intriguing, at least it’d been fun and entertaining. By now she’d tied off the blade of grass, and started digging into the earth for more, weaving them intricately with one another; some sort of makeshift crown beginning to form with lighter, softer particles.
She waited for some other kind of reaction to the Safrin involvement; eyes flickering upwards to watch him very carefully. When nothing seemed to rankle, nettle, or bother (even more surprising, really, given all the other circumstances surrounding these occasions), her gaze went back to her work, nodding towards Fangorn as he began to gather some more in her lap. “Only once. A short little trip at night.” The smile appeared again, far more Cheshire in appearance, betraying all her thoughts about it. “It was awesome.”
She waited for some other kind of reaction to the Safrin involvement; eyes flickering upwards to watch him very carefully. When nothing seemed to rankle, nettle, or bother (even more surprising, really, given all the other circumstances surrounding these occasions), her gaze went back to her work, nodding towards Fangorn as he began to gather some more in her lap. “Only once. A short little trip at night.” The smile appeared again, far more Cheshire in appearance, betraying all her thoughts about it. “It was awesome.”
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
