Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Fangorn spotted the stranger first, emerging amongst the thicket and stream – grumbling, hissing, waving his vines frantically. The unknown was a dangerous thing, at least to a creature of his stature, when survival had always been a pressing affair. It caused Melita and Sila to both whip around simultaneously, the former’s eyes narrowing, and the latter immediately flickering back to the Honeybee’s shoulder. “We are,” was a note between pressed lips and a bite along her teeth.
If setting a leaf on fire could be considered that, at least.
She took a breath but made no other attempt to move; a taut and rigid little thing, ready to explode and ignite within any pressing moment. “Depends on who you are.” Especially nowadays, when everything had been altered and changed.
If setting a leaf on fire could be considered that, at least.
She took a breath but made no other attempt to move; a taut and rigid little thing, ready to explode and ignite within any pressing moment. “Depends on who you are.” Especially nowadays, when everything had been altered and changed.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
