Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita, based on what she could see from windows down below the decks, wisely left Fangorn in her designated space. Perhaps he heard the grumble of his comrades, though they often ignored his pleas to leave or vacate or just turn around, and that broke her heart too, in a way. The honeybee didn’t quite understand how or why they’d managed to assemble in such a barbaric force this season – when in others past, they’d contained themselves to the Grounds. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t even have to worry about her companion and being a witness to a brethren’s slaughter.
But she ambled up ladders and along the deck anyway, weapons bounding against her back, glance seeking out the little pile they were forming. Had they grown in wit and intelligence too? More often than not she’d seen them assembled in bizarre patterns and then just…kept coming. Like those fabled lemmings. “Do you want me to shoot them?” She asked Jack – frowning slightly, the bow ready to be in her hands within a moment’s notice.
But she ambled up ladders and along the deck anyway, weapons bounding against her back, glance seeking out the little pile they were forming. Had they grown in wit and intelligence too? More often than not she’d seen them assembled in bizarre patterns and then just…kept coming. Like those fabled lemmings. “Do you want me to shoot them?” She asked Jack – frowning slightly, the bow ready to be in her hands within a moment’s notice.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
