Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It hurt her more than she’d like to admit; even after rounds of foolishness along the Leap of Faith, or in the past, because she hadn’t mauled them. Just…tossed them over the edge of waterfalls and assumed they were still floating along the lake somewhere.
She steadied her bow, drawing it along the length of her arm, in a quiet, sullen sigh that didn’t go any further than her chest. “You can make lots of things with pumpkin,” she uttered, emotions bordering on something she couldn’t quite name. Though there wasn’t an oven for baking on the ship. Maybe soup. Maybe reaches of other things she didn’t want to recall either.
She took hold of an ice arrow, lodged it along the strands, took aim, and fired without another thought; striving to harden, to compress, to contort. Maybe it would simply freeze them, and they’d be done for the day.
She steadied her bow, drawing it along the length of her arm, in a quiet, sullen sigh that didn’t go any further than her chest. “You can make lots of things with pumpkin,” she uttered, emotions bordering on something she couldn’t quite name. Though there wasn’t an oven for baking on the ship. Maybe soup. Maybe reaches of other things she didn’t want to recall either.
She took hold of an ice arrow, lodged it along the strands, took aim, and fired without another thought; striving to harden, to compress, to contort. Maybe it would simply freeze them, and they’d be done for the day.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
