Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
She nodded and waved towards Hadama, but otherwise, kept everything tucked away and to herself, a rarity. She’d been chosen last year, and had so avaricious compulsions for this moment – not so greedy in some circumstances. There could be other instances to see Nate. Or others.
The Honeybee turned away though, granting Isla and her lost soul some privacy, while tending to the rest of her lanterned flock. Eventually, she quietly and carefully snagged at the ornamental denizens and their muted glows, intending to keep their lights ignited for the rest of the evening, as she wandered her way back home.
The Honeybee turned away though, granting Isla and her lost soul some privacy, while tending to the rest of her lanterned flock. Eventually, she quietly and carefully snagged at the ornamental denizens and their muted glows, intending to keep their lights ignited for the rest of the evening, as she wandered her way back home.
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
