Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The seasoning would probably be better and easier if she had a pan, but the Honeybee didn’t care in the end, as long as the product was fine for her less than delicate palate. Hadama’s inquiry was laced with a craving for understanding that she didn’t really have though – no expert on the matter. “I don’t know. Maybe the chemicals in them or something.” She paused, shrugging her shoulders – thinking the mermanta would be better off asking an expert in the field…like one of the merchants through the markets. “As long as they taste good is enough for me!” Fangorn continued rotating the spit, and she tilted her head, watching the sear on the meat.
A rarity of seasoning below the waves was a bit disappointing though. She’d been half hoping they’d managed to find a way to make it all work, but floating away, dissolving, or being washed off sounded depressing. No wonder Hadama always came up for food.
At his question, she wrinkled her nose and her shoulders went up once more. “Sure, I suppose. But I’m not very skillful at it,” not like her bow or her staff. No formal training, save for her mother’s whispers, and those had been gone for many years.
A rarity of seasoning below the waves was a bit disappointing though. She’d been half hoping they’d managed to find a way to make it all work, but floating away, dissolving, or being washed off sounded depressing. No wonder Hadama always came up for food.
At his question, she wrinkled her nose and her shoulders went up once more. “Sure, I suppose. But I’m not very skillful at it,” not like her bow or her staff. No formal training, save for her mother’s whispers, and those had been gone for many years.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
