Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She would’ve taken up the offer of kicking Sah’s ass at another set of games, had the tides not turned. The party regalia seemed to flicker and falter, the world dimming into something else altogether. Which she should’ve known, should’ve seen, should’ve felt coming, but Melita was always apt to play into distractions and merriment, rather than the unspoken, lingering fortitudes of war.
But there it was, booming and loud, ricocheting and measuring, taking them all in. Eight seasons to go, if not less, before it all fell into pieces. Her eyes instantly went towards Nate, Sunjata, and Kamaria in the distance, the whole semblance of play, of festivities, diminished in the blink of an eye, in the drums of horizons calling. Her smile grew strained, tight, and her arms wound around Fangorn again, eyes barely glinting back at Sah. “Another time,” and she hastened off with a general wave, the keen stokings in the back of her mind finally working.
But there it was, booming and loud, ricocheting and measuring, taking them all in. Eight seasons to go, if not less, before it all fell into pieces. Her eyes instantly went towards Nate, Sunjata, and Kamaria in the distance, the whole semblance of play, of festivities, diminished in the blink of an eye, in the drums of horizons calling. Her smile grew strained, tight, and her arms wound around Fangorn again, eyes barely glinting back at Sah. “Another time,” and she hastened off with a general wave, the keen stokings in the back of her mind finally working.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
