Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Superior and smug with her actions and findings with no real reason, but the Cheshire, proud grin remained, the youth continued assisting with everyone else, ensuring the place was cleared out. There’d be ample supplies for future LongNight parties and pursuits, so she dusted off her hands, and clambered to the next interval of tasks.
Leveling out the ground – presuming they’d need to remove quite a few stumps, roots, and other proportions not permitting the route to be flat. Shrugging her shoulders, and nodding towards Fangorn and the rest of their assorted, assembled crew, they went right to work, pulling, heaving, and subsequently smoothing out the proportions of earth.
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Melita and crew aim to level the ground.
Leveling out the ground – presuming they’d need to remove quite a few stumps, roots, and other proportions not permitting the route to be flat. Shrugging her shoulders, and nodding towards Fangorn and the rest of their assorted, assembled crew, they went right to work, pulling, heaving, and subsequently smoothing out the proportions of earth.
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Melita and crew aim to level the ground.
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
