Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She huffed some bitter notion of irritation and annoyance, but let the nuances go when her attention had to meander towards the distant sound of wings – back on high alert, listening to how the cries echoed down the chambers. They were getting close to the springs, but the birds as well. Her eyes narrowed, bow drawn a little tighter, waiting for any opportunity to strike. For his efforts, Fangorn continued to toil along, clearly unbothered.
Speculation of Safrin’s niceness and love of the sea could’ve sauntered anywhere, but the youth chose to oblige their own efforts too. “Oh, we had to do plenty. This last round we had to lead a herd of unicorns from King’s End, and back to Torchline.” She paused, considered, and then continued on down the chamber. “I got to shoot a molten tiger.” Which Melita obviously found greatly appealing.
Speculation of Safrin’s niceness and love of the sea could’ve sauntered anywhere, but the youth chose to oblige their own efforts too. “Oh, we had to do plenty. This last round we had to lead a herd of unicorns from King’s End, and back to Torchline.” She paused, considered, and then continued on down the chamber. “I got to shoot a molten tiger.” Which Melita obviously found greatly appealing.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
