it's mine because it has my name on it

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Frowning at the poor sailor being used as a mapping device, Melita waited for the decision to be made. She peered over though, watching as the images took shape, sighing as the Inner Quarter seemed to be the only thing pinpointed. She wasn’t sure she wanted anything in particular highlighted – the ghosts of the past pressed and coiled – but she hadn’t expected that answer.

Returning to the ship until nightfall.

But without much more, she nodded mutely, clutching at Fangorn again and listening to Sila croon and warble. “All right,” and she headed back to the ship, wondering why they’d even bothered to leave it in the first place. But that had been the question since the beginning.

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