Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Of course it would be memory snow soldiers. Why wouldn’t it be?
Melita, obviously, didn’t give a flying fuck. Even as one pelted her right in the shoulder, a modest range of laughter bloomed in her chest. Chaos loomed and reigned and she sat in its threshold as if born to its bedlam and mayhem, relishing in the outcries of ridiculousness. There were galloping unicorns and drumbeats of makeshift war, and it made her snicker from behind her boulder, used to the cataclysms no matter the bizarre circumstances.
She rounded another set of snowballs, joining in the antics again. Pondering over her target, or if she could see them at all in the haze, she shrugged her shoulders and sought out Sah this time, merely to change things up.
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Melita aims and throws another snowball towards Sah.
Melita, obviously, didn’t give a flying fuck. Even as one pelted her right in the shoulder, a modest range of laughter bloomed in her chest. Chaos loomed and reigned and she sat in its threshold as if born to its bedlam and mayhem, relishing in the outcries of ridiculousness. There were galloping unicorns and drumbeats of makeshift war, and it made her snicker from behind her boulder, used to the cataclysms no matter the bizarre circumstances.
She rounded another set of snowballs, joining in the antics again. Pondering over her target, or if she could see them at all in the haze, she shrugged her shoulders and sought out Sah this time, merely to change things up.
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Melita aims and throws another snowball towards Sah.
Melita
