Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Sitting there, thinking about scowling at the successful people, the youth just gave a hapless shrug, before attempting to right herself. Rolling over onto her knees, and striving to rise from there with a push from her arms, she managed to…mostly become upright. There were a few bobbles and wobbles, with encouragement from Fangorn and Sila, and several windmilling moments, but overall she managed to stay on her feet.
Which caused a very broad, proud grin.
The question made her head turn back to the stranger, carefully, cautiously, remembering wayward movements last time had given her an abrupt end to the charade. “No. I haven’t seen it before.” Hence the lack of experience – and she’d never been a Basiner amidst Helovia. Born in the desert, with no ice in sight. “Well, you’re welcome to try too.” And then she shuffled forward, shocked and surprised when balance was maintained.
Which caused a very broad, proud grin.
The question made her head turn back to the stranger, carefully, cautiously, remembering wayward movements last time had given her an abrupt end to the charade. “No. I haven’t seen it before.” Hence the lack of experience – and she’d never been a Basiner amidst Helovia. Born in the desert, with no ice in sight. “Well, you’re welcome to try too.” And then she shuffled forward, shocked and surprised when balance was maintained.
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
