Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Truth be told, Melita didn’t care either, so they’d be able to part on such ranges of indifference and disregard it would be as though the event never took place. Simple, concise, with need for vehemence, violence, or anything else. Ensuring Sila and Fangorn were following, in their own distinct ways, she gave a halfhearted wave back to Alys, and maybe the woman was lucky to have even received that. “Bye.” As the vampire gourd rolled and bobbed, and the dragon flew, they made their way back towards skyports and beaches, some more peppermint bark tucked firmly in her pocket for later ventures.
{FIN}
{FIN}
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
