Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita’s eyes instantly narrowed in suspicion, for she’d never known Phoebe to be someone who actively asked for weaponry to be used upon or against her. “All right…,” came on a dubious note, figuring there’d be some backlash forged along the way. Opting for her bow, and the training arrows out of her pack (rather than the elemental ones), she notched one along and proceeded to back away a few paces, nearly standing in the water.
Her gaze widened slightly to hear that actual details about the Greatwood’s plight, rather than just word of mouth. The Mathair holding it together, the Stonesong snagging at nearly everything. ”I’m sorry to hear that.” Because she was – the Fae had been rancorous for a long time, but it had never deterred the Honeybee. “Torchline held up well. We do have a weird couple of new islands though. Carnivorous plants. Might be some bones in the roots.” She shrugged, as if this was completely normal.
And then pulled the string with an ease of unpredictability, waiting to see what Phoebe would do as the blunted arrow surged towards her shoulder.
Her gaze widened slightly to hear that actual details about the Greatwood’s plight, rather than just word of mouth. The Mathair holding it together, the Stonesong snagging at nearly everything. ”I’m sorry to hear that.” Because she was – the Fae had been rancorous for a long time, but it had never deterred the Honeybee. “Torchline held up well. We do have a weird couple of new islands though. Carnivorous plants. Might be some bones in the roots.” She shrugged, as if this was completely normal.
And then pulled the string with an ease of unpredictability, waiting to see what Phoebe would do as the blunted arrow surged towards her shoulder.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
