Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She was ignited and enlightened by the cheers, and most of all his, face resplendent in all the fervor and feverish pitches. Taking another bow for the crowd, she maneuvered out of the way so Firehawk and any other brave souls could attend to the inferno. That her insinuation was met with equal frankness made her cheeks dimple; a wink extended back at him; great minds thought alike and all that (or – really, they were both a bit mad).
So Melita had every intention of making this another triumphant experience for the youth – watching and waiting as he took the bait. As Iskra started in on the flaming birds, the demigod had one rise, nearly like a phoenix, from the back of the conflagration as the teen leapt and soared – as if the creature came with him, striving to ensure he conquered. To everyone’s shock and awe, the gangly figure made it too (though, was it due to their own interference or his true talent – one may never know). The crowd rose and cheered, and the Honeybee hooted and hollered alongside. “THE FIREHAWK!!”
By the time the flames had descended a little, the kid was being carried in the air by some of his constituents, and Melita shook her head, very proud of their rampant accomplishments and the feverish pitch, tilt, to the passersby. Patting him on the shoulder again, she gave another smile. “We did good. Do you want to get out of here before any Dragoons come?” And then they could get actual bonbons.
[FIN]
So Melita had every intention of making this another triumphant experience for the youth – watching and waiting as he took the bait. As Iskra started in on the flaming birds, the demigod had one rise, nearly like a phoenix, from the back of the conflagration as the teen leapt and soared – as if the creature came with him, striving to ensure he conquered. To everyone’s shock and awe, the gangly figure made it too (though, was it due to their own interference or his true talent – one may never know). The crowd rose and cheered, and the Honeybee hooted and hollered alongside. “THE FIREHAWK!!”
By the time the flames had descended a little, the kid was being carried in the air by some of his constituents, and Melita shook her head, very proud of their rampant accomplishments and the feverish pitch, tilt, to the passersby. Patting him on the shoulder again, she gave another smile. “We did good. Do you want to get out of here before any Dragoons come?” And then they could get actual bonbons.
[FIN]
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
