Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita and her companion’s journeys weren’t fraught terribly with peril – confusion, mostly, winding along and around until they seemed to come face to face with, well…themselves.
Her first thought was to stare blankly – and that perhaps she needed to brush her hair a bit more. The entire thing was uncanny, and more than once she used a set of movements to dictate how the other responded – arm rolls, shoulder shrugs, a single finger salute. Even her dragon and vampire gourd had duplicates of their own, to which Fangorn waved his vines and Sila tucked beneath the curl of her crimson locks again.
All right…now what.
The Honeybee snagged at her nearest weapon, her favored staff, and rushed forward, thinking maybe it was all a dupe – intending to lightly tap on the “twin”.
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Melita uses her staff to try and tap on the twin.
Her first thought was to stare blankly – and that perhaps she needed to brush her hair a bit more. The entire thing was uncanny, and more than once she used a set of movements to dictate how the other responded – arm rolls, shoulder shrugs, a single finger salute. Even her dragon and vampire gourd had duplicates of their own, to which Fangorn waved his vines and Sila tucked beneath the curl of her crimson locks again.
All right…now what.
The Honeybee snagged at her nearest weapon, her favored staff, and rushed forward, thinking maybe it was all a dupe – intending to lightly tap on the “twin”.
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Melita uses her staff to try and tap on the twin.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
