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Melita Najya
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#1
Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
The firecracker youth was a wall of pent-up frustration, burning along the flood of her emotions, the series of cyclical cataclysms, blurring and blistering, catering to her mercurial whims. Because Melita didn’t know yet how to help any further with the ongoing predicament, because Melita had traveled to where she had hoped to achieve something, and come back with naught, because Melita hadn’t really done anything right in ages -

She kicked a stray shell and watched it roll across the sands, a wrinkled nose betraying her dissatisfaction. Her arms laden and full with more things needed for a new house, new quarters, new god damned everything only made it worse, because she couldn’t seem to amount to anything. Her actions meant very little. For all her determination, for all her mettle, for all her grit, what had she accomplished in her promises? What had she set out to do?

The youth had found Nate – but that was all.

Fangorn grumbled something incoherent, and she kept walking, further and further up the path, mutinous, seditious thoughts evident in the haphazard stomping of her strides, in the irritated expression furrowing down her features, in the lingering sighs unfurling through her nose.

She would just have to keep trying, even if she unraveled herself to the very edges to do it.
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#2
there is always hope
A shrill whistle cuts through the distant hush of waves and the rustle of reeds, and in response a pale figure arises from the top of the lighthouse, plummeting down with an answering screech. Sugar has spotted Melita, of course, and has relayed the message to her bonded; in a moment Ronin appears with the dragon on his shoulder, feeding her scraps of meat leftover from cooking (the reason for his whistling to her, in fact).

Spotting the honeybee girl, he offers a smile in greeting, raising a hand and slowing his steps. ”Looks like you’ve got a lot of stuff,” he says, gesturing up to one of the lazy clouds overhead and calling it down that it might hover beside them. ”Put it on there if you like. Where are you headed, anyway?”
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#3
Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
Another figure appeared, familiar for seasons, years, whistles drawn, and instead of jumping, the youth stuck to her fire, arching a brow, incapable of waving with her armful of wares. She wasn’t certain why there was trepidation lurking in the midst of her head, but it could’ve been a mindless minutia of things, not Ronin himself, or any other contortion rambling through her skull. She would’ve preferred flames and notions she could understand, fathom, and set into conflagrations, but there was naught, not now. So she tilted her head at clouds, at Dark Stars and their dragons, trying to find something to salvage.

“To the new house.” If that was what they could call it; with remnants of ashes nearby, with embers no longer gleaming, with cinders sunk into the earth. An entanglement of renewal and resurgence, or just a foothold, a structure, to place their ailing bones within. Her eyes went to the hovering figment, wondering if it would even hold her amount of wares – but she placed them there, waiting for something else to sink. “Thank you.” A ginger smile followed, and Fangorn’s grumble along her ankles, either extending a greeting to Sugar or to Ronin himself. A breath, and then she postured from previous circumstances, arms and hands free, swinging down by her sides. “Is Remi all right?”
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”Ah,” Ronin says of the new house, his smile no longer truly meeting his eyes. ”Yes, quite a number was done on the old one.” No fault of Sunjata and Nate, really, not ravaged by sickness as they were. Still, it’s a change for all of them (Ronin is short a neighbour now after all), and that’s something to still get used to. Watching as Melita places her items upon his nimbus, the Star does manage a chuckle as he turns to lead them along the beach, Sugar trilling over his shoulder to girl and gourd.

”It should be fine,” he says of her items. ”It’s strong enough to hold two people, usually.” Speaking of, Melita asks about his person, and Ronin nods gently. ”He’s doing a lot better now that he’s had that water from the springs. Have you been up there?” He’s not sure if she’ll have had the time, with sailing. ”But he’s got itchy feet now. I suppose you’ve heard he’s stepping down as Governor?”
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#5
Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
Feet bare, soft along the sand, her strides were able to elongate in her quick, swift movements without the barrage of things, items, necessities in order to persist in between sickness and survival. Despite the comment on the cloud being fine, she still watched; half-curious, half-tempted. But the news about Remi doing better, after the events at the meeting, and amongst the ailments, churned her attention back to the present – even as her hand hovered over the nimbus, fingers itching to touch the surface. “I’m glad he’s okay,” a truth, a smile lingering again in the corners of his mouth. “Nate is-,” and she stopped there – because they’d all seen it amongst the gathered. He wasn’t any better.

A shake of her head followed, crimson hair flickering and bounding, uncontrolled, untamed, just as restless as the rest of her, while they walked and talked. “I haven’t yet. Milo and I found some other place though. It reminded me a little of the Temple.” Her hands and arms extended outward, before her figure, as if to reveal some key measurements. “There were big, black stones that looked like pews. And a basin in the center. But nothing there.” Nothing they could utilize to help their friends and family, anyway. There were other enigmatic qualities to the threshold, but it would have to be left for later. "What were the springs like?"

The news about Remi stepping down was foreign to her though, and she stuttered a step, lost in a multitude of thoughts, what they could convey, what they could mean. “Oh. Are you guys planning on going somewhere then?” Or did Remi simply not want to reign anymore? And what did that mean for the rest of them? Something about the notions made her brows furrow, a common frustration boiling down right between her pulse and veins; wondering if this was just another thing a certain individual had neglected to tell her. Surely the Flood would’ve known. “Has he thought about who to put in?”
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#6
there is always hope
Ronin smiles sadly, offering a nod as if to say she needn’t go on. They don’t need to talk about how Nate is. He’s not good, and they’re both aware of it. He does notice, however, as her fingers graze towards the nimbus, the huntsman grinning at her. ”Go ahead,” he invites as they walk; should Melita choose to, she’ll find the cloud soft and springy, a little like cotton wool but... not.

He raises his eyebrows to hear about the place she and Milo had visited, wondering if it was the same place he’d been with Remi and Amalia - it sounds like it, though honestly Ronin was distracted at the time. Smiling, he tucks his hands in his pockets. ”It sounds ominous,” he says. ”You ought to go back to the springs, if you get a chance. They’re very relaxing.” He grins. ”You can find those lilies there, too. Same as the one Remi showed at the meeting.”

Unbeknownst to Ronin, he’s likely about to make the honeybee girl’s frustration even worse. ”He wants to travel again. To see different places. So we’re going to head out together. I think he’s considering Sunjata, given that he was the only one to run against him last time.”
Melita Najya
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#7
Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
Permitted the slightest bit of mischief, the youth takes hold of Ronin’s consent with a light, airy touch at first, and then plunged forth. She’d never been into the clouds, though she’d often dreamed of it – silly, capricious, whimsical delights when the world didn’t seem so damned and unrelenting, ruthless and condemning. This wasn’t like her slumber apparitions at all, and she giggled lightly, fingers stroking over the cloud until she was content and satisfied with the dulcet, soft fibers.

“Ominous…and weird. Like a place of worship.” But dark, cold. For the fire god, the aforementioned Tanau? She’d once discussed the probability of the fire god before with her uncle – and they’d pondered over stereotypical personalities, an emblem of flames, a tale of temperamental probabilities, aligning with everything they’d ever known about infernos. But Melita had heard nothing else about this deity, and so she shrugged it away, continuing to walk along to their destination.

The springs sounded far more ideal anyway. “Relaxing. Who has time to relax?” The girl laughed, but meant it. Not with everything else going on. Not with Nate sick. Not with Sunjata on the mend, but not permanently healed. “I’ll go look there though. Try to help.” Because that seemed to be all she could do – looking down, hiding the wrinkle in her nose, the sudden furrowing of her brows.

Damned and doomed to stretch deeper and further, little rivulets of irritation sparking, sizzling, fumbling through her soul. Not towards Remi and Ronin or their travels, she couldn’t blame them, honestly – she’d been doing the same thing, branching out towards the sea every other season. It was that Sunjata was being considered for the role. It was that she’d once again been placed out of the loop, not told, not informed, by her uncle. She thought about crossing her arms in a petulant mettle, a grind to her jaw as she contemplated how best to serve her displeasure again. Maybe it was just that she’d been forgotten.

Maybe it said she wasn’t important.

“Do you know where you’re going to go?” An abrupt subject change, as if that would make do, while she stared at the sand, bare toes kicking at another tiny shell, at the grumbling warning in Fangorn’s undulations.
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#8
there is always hope
”That sounds predictably secretive,” Ronin says of this ominous place of worship, not bothering to hide his smile at seeing the delight on her face. It’s less of a walk and more of a stroll, right now, but that suits him fine - he’s got nowhere to be, and Sugar trills her contentment from his shoulder. Scoffing at Melita’s remark - because she’s absolutely right - Ronin can only shrug to her. ”No one,” he replies, ”but Remi and I stole some time, and we’ve never regretted it.”

Nodding to hear she would try to help with the lilies - honestly, the more help with it the better - he lets the conversation bob along to something a little less dark. A difficult feat, of course, because Melita’s silence before her question speaks volumes. Ronin, however, is not privy to the complex feelings between the honeybee girl and the Flood, so he smiles down at the sand as they walk.

”I’m not sure just yet. Maybe we’ll head to the Greatwood first? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the place. Wherever the wind blows us, I suppose. How about you - aren’t you sailing again soon?”
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#9
Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
“The unknown,” she whispered, brows suddenly raised up and down like it was a conspiracy, hands upward and fingers flailing out as if the whole thing was a spooky, but jocular manifestation. Someone, sooner or later, was bound to figure out how to work the mysterious area, and then there’d be more circumstances unfurling. But she shook her head, and one of her hands came down to the nimbus again, poking into its contents like a small, curious, and irritating child. But she couldn’t be annoyed or dismayed at them, so the smile that reappeared was a soft one, gilded gaze intending to meet Ronin’s before dashing off to the sky. “Good. I’m glad you did too. You deserve it.”

Didn’t they all deserve to be happy, in these miserable, melancholy voids? At least they’d found a way to manage it, find it, and keep it.

The youth said nothing more on leadership roles – she’d smash the frustrations down in her chest to somewhere else, likely to break over Sunjata’s head when given the opportunity. Instead, she opted to concentrate on the Greatwood, on journeys and travels they’d be making. That she’d be starting again. “I'm sure it’s still lovely. I bet you’ll have plenty of beautiful areas to stay.” The notions of traversing on the seas again buoyed her with something else, and her fingers were suddenly dancing on the cloud, light and airy, instead of poised in obnoxiousness. “Yes. Hoping to avoid the ghost whales this time.” A laugh, grin still there, a touch radiant, a touch otherworldly for half a moment, like she was somewhere else. “We’re always headed towards new adventures.”
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#10
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It's lucky, really, that Ronin's nimbus does not feel pain or annoyance, and it bobs along just as patiently as ever under Melita's curiosity and interest. Frankly, the Star is happy to let her get on with it, because it's taken him nearly this long to stop from bothering the cloud himself. "There always seems to be more unknown to explore, doesn't there? It's been a long time since Remi and I got the opportunity to see it for ourselves." He's sure, in their travels, that he'll find the time to poke fun at his husband and the way he has followed in Ronin's footsteps (in giving up leadership, that is). But for now he'll give him a grace period.

"I imagine it will be especially pretty in LeafChange," he agrees, reaching up to tickle Sugar under the chin, pulling his hand back just quick enough not to get nipped. Raising an eyebrow across at her at the mere thought of ghost whales - he remembers his last encounter with one all too well - Ronin can only cross his fingers for her. "Well, may your next adventures be on calmer seas," he says.
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#11
Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
Thoroughly amused by the nimbus, she floated her hand above it before riding along the air, placing her palm over its form, lightly skimming, distracted but not deterred from her goal – occasionally righting some of the packages she knocked askew. A hum began to brim and bloom from within, one of her sister’s favorites, gilded and flowing, despite lacking a proper strain. “How much more do you think is out there?” An idle wondering; she didn’t expect him to have an answer. Was the world so vast, so unlimited, that they’d never reach the other ends? That it was as intangible as the rest of the void, and they’d only be able to hope, to dare to cross each and every proportion? It was a large portion of why she set sail – for adventure, for inquiry, for chasing down capricious, mercurial, defiant airs. For believing herself capable of all of those illustrious things.

Fangorn grumbled something incoherent to Sugar, likely some friendly means, while they sauntered, meandered, while she let her frustrations ebb and flow, dissipate in the calm. “I summoned Ludo last time,” she shrugged, though there was a cheeky edge to her smile; as if she really wasn’t apologetic or sorry about the circumstances. “Otherwise I don’t think we would’ve made it home.” The grin maintained its ebullience though on Ronin’s statement, another shrug undulating through shoulders, ricocheting along fingers. “I hope things are calmer for all of you too.”
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#12
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They leave sand and rock behind them, the ground a little softer under their feet as they continue past the lighthouse. In the distance Ronin can already see home, along with the long smouldered mess of his friend's house next door. He stifles the pang of guilt that he couldn't be around to stop the tragedy from occurring; something was bound to happen, he tells himself, with so many sick. Especially when among those were Sunjata and Nate, and really, the Flood and his now-husband can find trouble just by walking down the street.

"A lot more, I hope," he says with a playful grin across to the honeybee girl, shrugging his shoulder against Sugar to prompt her to trill at Fangorn in return. The white dragon is lofty and mercurial on a good day, but she's a softy underneath. That's what Ronin tells himself, too. "It would be boring, if we decided to go and travel and it turns out we've already seen all there is." His eyes do widen at hearing Melita managed to summon Ludo, however, and he nudges her gently in congratulations.

"Well, then. You should be perfectly fine out on the sea," he says, before nodding at the nimbus. "What have you got there, anyway?"
Melita Najya
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#13
Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
Her eyes went away from the nimbus to the horizon too; briefly settling on remains, on ashes, on the things she’d seen time and time again as she’d traipsed by, out of habit. Routine, to wander into the confines of the home they’d built, into the room they’d left for her, into a place and piece she could call home. She’d had so many that it shouldn’t have hurt; she knew what it meant to have one destroyed, left behind, overcome by elements or nefariousness. Maybe that was traditional as well, for it to all come crashing, burning, tumbling down around her. That she couldn’t have done anything. That she didn’t even have a moment to try, before it was all lost.

A breath stilled, quieted the thunderous emotions binding their way through her heart, and then her fingers were gliding over the cloud again, calming her own insinuations down, down, down. Fangorn, sensing the tribulations, the war in her sentiments, grumbled something – meant to be soothing, most likely, but doubled as a return in response to Sugar’s forced trill. Another inhale and exhale brought her back to the present, to conversations surrounding exploration, of the vastness before them. “Gods forbid you become bored.” And here she laughed, brief little returns to normalcy, pockets of merriment before other storms and trials. “What sort of land are you hoping to see?” They already had the mountains of Halo, Torchline’s sea, the lava within the Climb, the copses of the Greatwood – what else could be left? Her mind hummed through the pictures of Helovia – the desert in which she’d been born, crimson and draconic, smoldering and defiant.

Perfectly fine out on the sea would be a hopeful thing – uncertain what they’d find or discover next, the curiosity embedded in rivulets, certain to cast a wider net over the apprehension and memories of last time. Her gaze followed Ronin’s at the notion of her gathered things, snorting a little. “Just some stuff for the new place. Eventually. When we all get around to it.” She could store it along the boxing arena for now.
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#14
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"Gods forbid, indeed. I dread to think what will happen if either of us get bored when there's no responsibility or consequences to worry about." Ronin grins, watching as Sugar coils herself around his neck so she can gaze over his shoulder down at Fangorn. She might be unwilling to play, but the gourd has her attention for conversation at least. "I think I'd quite like to see a jungle, or some rolling valleys. Greatwood aside, I haven't seen all that much green."

Gazing back at the supplies being carried on the nimbus, Ronin eventually falls to a halt when they are in reach of the soon-to-be-not-Governor's House, nodding to Melita. "Do you want a hand putting them where they need to go?" he asks. "You're welcome to come in for a break as well, if you like. Longheat isn't really the sort of weather for heavy lifting."


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