Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita didn’t know how to deal with him either.
The hallmarks of her restlessness clawed at her fingertips as they resolutely snagged at the quiver along her shoulder – until she recognized the panther. The dragon curled her tail purposefully around her arm, while Fangorn enacted his amiable, amicable nature with a resounding, low grumble.
But the Honeybee’s gaze was reserved for the cleric alone as he fumbled his way down through treetops and canopies. And the brash tones immediately centering along her tongue were why she’d chosen to leave the letter unanswered for a few days. “Darkeye,” she started, pondering if it was bitterness coiled across her tone, dismay, or something else altogether. “I thought you said you were neutral.”
The hallmarks of her restlessness clawed at her fingertips as they resolutely snagged at the quiver along her shoulder – until she recognized the panther. The dragon curled her tail purposefully around her arm, while Fangorn enacted his amiable, amicable nature with a resounding, low grumble.
But the Honeybee’s gaze was reserved for the cleric alone as he fumbled his way down through treetops and canopies. And the brash tones immediately centering along her tongue were why she’d chosen to leave the letter unanswered for a few days. “Darkeye,” she started, pondering if it was bitterness coiled across her tone, dismay, or something else altogether. “I thought you said you were neutral.”
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
