Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
The agreement between fire-forged forces shouldn’t have been ignored, stirred, or brewed, but nothing was going to stop them now. With an eager, malicious grin, Melita took up her part, pushing and sliding the chair along as Flora sat within – summoning those spirits to do their bidding.
Perhaps it would only have been more satisfying had they done it on their own – but gods, it was a glorious sight to behold nonetheless. From the high-pitched screams and wails of the other girls to the stench of fish and putrid water the spirit summoned, and even the upraised fists of two middle fingers thrust forward from Melita – all combined into absolute hilarity. She couldn’t help herself as the screeches began, cackling away while she held onto the chair, eventually wiping her eyes as they hastened away, away, away.
“That was fantastic,” she uttered in between gasps of air. “Beautifully done.”
Perhaps it would only have been more satisfying had they done it on their own – but gods, it was a glorious sight to behold nonetheless. From the high-pitched screams and wails of the other girls to the stench of fish and putrid water the spirit summoned, and even the upraised fists of two middle fingers thrust forward from Melita – all combined into absolute hilarity. She couldn’t help herself as the screeches began, cackling away while she held onto the chair, eventually wiping her eyes as they hastened away, away, away.
“That was fantastic,” she uttered in between gasps of air. “Beautifully done.”
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
