Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
She turned it over, back and forth, and found, despite its apparent journey, in good working order and condition. That Wessex had it was another bizarre conundrum, notions of LongNight monsters and the rapacious wakes of fighting, of promises made to Grounders, and then some still returning despite all those efforts…
Letting the semblances and bizarre networks slip through, she shrugged her shoulders. Why the Wraith had deigned Sunjata to have it probably only appealed during war efforts, and then he hadn’t gone anyway – another lost cause. “Huh. Well. I’ll take it.” Pausing, she glanced at the table, then back at her uncle. “Thanks.”
Letting the semblances and bizarre networks slip through, she shrugged her shoulders. Why the Wraith had deigned Sunjata to have it probably only appealed during war efforts, and then he hadn’t gone anyway – another lost cause. “Huh. Well. I’ll take it.” Pausing, she glanced at the table, then back at her uncle. “Thanks.”
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
