Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Continuing to dry the dishes as Sunjata finished washing them, her gaze took on more contemplative natures and notions as he described the dragon she’d never meet. Energetic, emotional, probably mercurial; given Nate’s own tendencies, and she couldn’t help the wistful little smile that appeared in the corner of her mouth. “Okay. I’ll include him too.” Imagining a proud little thing in the corner of the lantern, amongst and amidst Pemota floating along, and the lightning strikes surrounding them all.
Another question nagged, because she could see the answer going either way – so she offered it nonetheless. “Are you going to the Festival this year?”
Another question nagged, because she could see the answer going either way – so she offered it nonetheless. “Are you going to the Festival this year?”
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
