Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Dipping her fingers below the surface, so that her hand splayed beneath the drifting roll of bubbles and foam, she grew far more quiet – the restlessness dulling to a muted roar in the back of her mind. Fangorn, fully occupied by the proceedings, picked up the rock again, and juggled it from one vine to another, until it seemed to move around and around to each with shocking, and ridiculous, accuracy.
Cannibals and cultists pinpointed the courier to Halo, and she wrinkled her nose at the aspects of either subject, eventually peeling her digits away from the water, and drifting both hands behind her, leaning back in casual stretch of limbs. “Nothing about it is easy,” she murmured. “One of my uncles is an Ascended.” The favorite one. “And a demigod of the Voice.” She sighed, gilded gaze going upwards, following after runes and lines in stone, maybe seeking out a stray lily, but none of the answers were written up there either. “But I promised Ludo my loyalty. And so I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it,” which might’ve been sooner rather than later – the outcome written in the pledges and bonds of her capricious nature. She didn’t turn and glance his way, mired in her own rancor. “What about you?”
Cannibals and cultists pinpointed the courier to Halo, and she wrinkled her nose at the aspects of either subject, eventually peeling her digits away from the water, and drifting both hands behind her, leaning back in casual stretch of limbs. “Nothing about it is easy,” she murmured. “One of my uncles is an Ascended.” The favorite one. “And a demigod of the Voice.” She sighed, gilded gaze going upwards, following after runes and lines in stone, maybe seeking out a stray lily, but none of the answers were written up there either. “But I promised Ludo my loyalty. And so I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it,” which might’ve been sooner rather than later – the outcome written in the pledges and bonds of her capricious nature. She didn’t turn and glance his way, mired in her own rancor. “What about you?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
