Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita had a difficult time collecting and composing herself, shifting in between random fits of laughter, wiping at her eyes, and clutching at her stomach and ribs. Eventually she ceased long enough to hear Flora’s compliment, causing her head to whip up and a snicker to flicker through. “Thank you!” She lifted her chin a little, perhaps to look cooler or more defiant, a chaotic, restless, ember. “You’ve got some great ideas.”
It had been the best thing, and it drew up another series of light, merry giggles as she leaned upon the chair, hands keeping her aloft. Fangorn rolled his eyes in the distance, and Sila merely sat and watched, content but confused nonetheless.
She didn’t expect the next set of statements though, about moving, about apartments, or even quests. Her brows raised, eyes widening slightly, before glancing at her companions and then back to Flora. “I have a place near the cliffs,” and she pointed towards the lighthouse in the distance, where her uncles’ damned place had been carved into the rocks – hers and hers alone now. “You could come there too.” For visiting or whatever. “What kind of quest? And which Frey?”
It had been the best thing, and it drew up another series of light, merry giggles as she leaned upon the chair, hands keeping her aloft. Fangorn rolled his eyes in the distance, and Sila merely sat and watched, content but confused nonetheless.
She didn’t expect the next set of statements though, about moving, about apartments, or even quests. Her brows raised, eyes widening slightly, before glancing at her companions and then back to Flora. “I have a place near the cliffs,” and she pointed towards the lighthouse in the distance, where her uncles’ damned place had been carved into the rocks – hers and hers alone now. “You could come there too.” For visiting or whatever. “What kind of quest? And which Frey?”
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
