Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Why I’m using them?” Her hands went to the bundle of carrots, an appreciative smile there all the same, though based on the statement, the curiosity intermingled into her gilded gaze. “To make it taste better.” Half of an inquiry stuck and held fast in her throat – figuring the sea must’ve had some form of seasoning. If not a constant array of salt in their diet. “Don’t you guys use it?” Maybe not – because she couldn’t picture a pan searing or a pot boiling, not under the waves.
But the Honeybee had been wrong before.
Turning back to the ramphire, and smiling as Fangorn continued to eagerly turn it (it seemed some portion of amusement to him), and Sila aided by melding a few more sparks, the other responses, while not being a question per se, seemed to hold some manner of inquisition. “I mean, it can be. Or has been, in the past. But a lot of us have baked or cooked things to bring.” A bit like a potluck, if Caido even had the words for such a practice. “Maybe some would like fish? It's in the swamps again, so…” probably anything that wasn’t rat would suffice.
But the Honeybee had been wrong before.
Turning back to the ramphire, and smiling as Fangorn continued to eagerly turn it (it seemed some portion of amusement to him), and Sila aided by melding a few more sparks, the other responses, while not being a question per se, seemed to hold some manner of inquisition. “I mean, it can be. Or has been, in the past. But a lot of us have baked or cooked things to bring.” A bit like a potluck, if Caido even had the words for such a practice. “Maybe some would like fish? It's in the swamps again, so…” probably anything that wasn’t rat would suffice.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
