{se} All heart and nothing else

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Fangorn and Sila both managed to settle into her lap, and while he turned over the meat, she opted to take the next turn, inspecting the outside of the portions. The question made her laugh though, an uproarious, mercurial, stormy thing, with one too many revolutions in its tide. She hadn’t expected such a dry semblance of humor from him, but perhaps that drifted from Harper’s influences. “Well, there’s that,” and she could gesture towards the Ark somewhere in the distance, with Jack aboard probably, cursing at someone or something simply because he could. “And the Grounds itself isn’t exactly a delight. There’s been a lot of good changes, at least with the land.” She didn’t know of any others; leadership stagnant and nothing.

She hadn’t meant to cause him to wilt, so her own nose wrinkled at the prospects. Perhaps she should’ve known it was a loaded inquiry, what with the adults in his life making some intriguing choices – and the Honeybee nodded along with the insinuations. “Ah well, you could always escape to somewhere else for a while.” Avoidance was always a keen prospect in the Accepted’s book. Or setting it on fire, beating things into tiny fragments and pieces. Stuff like that. Her smile brightened though at the quip of forging on the seas, or in the air, as it were. “Depends on your skills.”

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun