Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Her eyes set into some form of a glare, though she couldn’t quite fathom why. But she didn’t intend to tell the unfamiliar woman just how to go about acquiring such a companion, and in some portion, thought it might be funny to be surrounded by a horde of the demonic little fiends. “Hollowed Grounds, mostly,” she surmised, figuring it’d be difficult for them to traverse now, where most of the lands had been separated from one another. Unless they harnessed a method of travel…
Turning her head back so Alys couldn’t see her laugh forming at the mental image of vampire gourds using skyships, her hands went to the leaf litter surrounding the sapling. “Giving it some space and room to grow,” she mentioned off-handedly; wondering if it would even work.
Turning her head back so Alys couldn’t see her laugh forming at the mental image of vampire gourds using skyships, her hands went to the leaf litter surrounding the sapling. “Giving it some space and room to grow,” she mentioned off-handedly; wondering if it would even work.
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
