[se] reforged

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.”

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