Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Ohhhh here was where all the connections were spiraling. Seren was the daughter of Safrin then, considering Kamaria. The alignments began to click and pierce together in Melita’s brain, and she wasn’t certain she could ascertain the same level of excitement; mainly because of all the dramatics behind existences. So she hid and tucked away the sigh threatening to flicker out of her chest, and instead pinned a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “We have.” With competitions over sand castles and other manifestations a five year old shouldn’t have had to process.
As for Saiden – her smile registered a bit more fleeting. “He is the cook, yes. But he’s been busy.” And so he hadn’t gone on the other missions with them lately; which was a shame. Last discussion they had involved discourse over his missing eye – and somehow she doubted anything had altered since then.
Hearing that Stormbreak was simply all right caused the honeybee to tilt her head, continuing to slide her bare feet through the sand, extending limbs over rocks and broken shells. “Oh. A bit stuffy, huh?” But that was true – Torchline simply wasn’t like that at all – liberating, in many, many ways. Like from laws. “What’s your favorite place there?” Just so she could have some semblance of a clue.
As for Saiden – her smile registered a bit more fleeting. “He is the cook, yes. But he’s been busy.” And so he hadn’t gone on the other missions with them lately; which was a shame. Last discussion they had involved discourse over his missing eye – and somehow she doubted anything had altered since then.
Hearing that Stormbreak was simply all right caused the honeybee to tilt her head, continuing to slide her bare feet through the sand, extending limbs over rocks and broken shells. “Oh. A bit stuffy, huh?” But that was true – Torchline simply wasn’t like that at all – liberating, in many, many ways. Like from laws. “What’s your favorite place there?” Just so she could have some semblance of a clue.
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
