Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
She took another bite, contemplating all the other arrays of Sunjata’s suddenly thriving business. Brothel creations and upgrades, stretches out to Meadowreach. Waving her fork at him, she casually chewed on another piece. Swallowing it down, she finally relented amusing plans and notions. “Maybe you could compete with Torchline’s. Or Stormbreak’s.” Might give them all something else to do.
She’d be avoiding it, regardless.
Snorting again at the layered insinuations towards the Grounds, she went about inspecting some of her vegetables as his surprise stuck to the walls and table. “Dunno. No one around to tear it down?” Gathering a forkful of green beans, she plopped them into her mouth before nodding along. “Islands. It looks like it broke apart, kinda. The Inner Quarter is still there, but then there’s a lot more hills.” And probably some other weird shit.
She’d be avoiding it, regardless.
Snorting again at the layered insinuations towards the Grounds, she went about inspecting some of her vegetables as his surprise stuck to the walls and table. “Dunno. No one around to tear it down?” Gathering a forkful of green beans, she plopped them into her mouth before nodding along. “Islands. It looks like it broke apart, kinda. The Inner Quarter is still there, but then there’s a lot more hills.” And probably some other weird shit.
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
