Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Unfamiliar and unacquainted with the bow’s history, her eyes widened, rounding briefly, as the gift was unfurled. While the youth did have her own, already capable of being drawn by simple movements, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t take another, or find a way to gift it to some other archer looking for their lot in life.
Or…just hoard it.
Standing up from the table and ignoring the remainder of her plate, her hands reached for the weapon, patting it gently, beginning to inspect it properly. “Whoa. Where’d you find it? Was it Nate’s?” She couldn’t be certain, given what the Flood had said about its properties and compulsion towards fire – but she also wouldn’t count the notion out.
Or…just hoard it.
Standing up from the table and ignoring the remainder of her plate, her hands reached for the weapon, patting it gently, beginning to inspect it properly. “Whoa. Where’d you find it? Was it Nate’s?” She couldn’t be certain, given what the Flood had said about its properties and compulsion towards fire – but she also wouldn’t count the notion out.
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
