Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The slow dawning of recognition, or perhaps understanding that the shield wasn’t going to be a permanent fixture, pressed over her features in a slight grimace. “Ohhhh. Oops. Sorry.” Because she really hadn’t meant to singe Phoebe or Pim, even if they were working on accuracy.
Though Sila squawked surprise, flickering out of the way, but just barely, before arriving back at the Honeybee’s shoulder.
Not that it seemed to matter too much, since Phoebe healed with little issue. “Hm. How long does it take?” Switching back to the blunted arrows, for she’d save the others for when the shield returned, she notched another and sent it towards the Nightingale’s arm.
Though Sila squawked surprise, flickering out of the way, but just barely, before arriving back at the Honeybee’s shoulder.
Not that it seemed to matter too much, since Phoebe healed with little issue. “Hm. How long does it take?” Switching back to the blunted arrows, for she’d save the others for when the shield returned, she notched another and sent it towards the Nightingale’s arm.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
