Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Unfortunately, Melita didn’t have much for creative solutions – scooping out sand with any of her weaponry wouldn’t be very effective, nor did she desire to call down a god for something that (should’ve) been as simple as moving granules. There were more than a few huffs and puffs of irritation and frustration, but rather than fume and fury, she snorted and continued onward.
What if she worked faster? What if she worked slower? Her eyes swept over to where Aidon was attempting to match her pace, and strived, at least in this interim, to work together with the rest of the townsfolk and the dragon.
Fangorn, for his part once more, continued to aid in merry movements of his vines, sweeping them along with his regular aplomb.
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Melita keeps on truckin’ in moving sand with the NPCs.
What if she worked faster? What if she worked slower? Her eyes swept over to where Aidon was attempting to match her pace, and strived, at least in this interim, to work together with the rest of the townsfolk and the dragon.
Fangorn, for his part once more, continued to aid in merry movements of his vines, sweeping them along with his regular aplomb.
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Melita keeps on truckin’ in moving sand with the NPCs.
Melita
