Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The ensuing grumble nearly made her eyes roll, but she ambled off towards their storage anyway, without another word. At least this might save some of the gourds from another fate, and to get Locke down from the tree.
Returning with only small proportions, since she didn’t want to waste anything (with some solid, silent promise of hunting later to ensure the supplies never became too low), the youth flickered over the side of the ship, and towards where they had collectively gathered around the trunk of a tree.
“Here,” and she waved the portions of meat near her, angling her steps distinctly away from them in a waving tease – not forgetting how she’d procured Fangorn in the first place, intending for them to follow her.
Then, she could heave the food into grass and muck, presuming they’d be content with the free endeavors, and give Locke time to escape.
Returning with only small proportions, since she didn’t want to waste anything (with some solid, silent promise of hunting later to ensure the supplies never became too low), the youth flickered over the side of the ship, and towards where they had collectively gathered around the trunk of a tree.
“Here,” and she waved the portions of meat near her, angling her steps distinctly away from them in a waving tease – not forgetting how she’d procured Fangorn in the first place, intending for them to follow her.
Then, she could heave the food into grass and muck, presuming they’d be content with the free endeavors, and give Locke time to escape.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
