[Training] [se] we light the way

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

The Honeybee’s eyes didn’t change – still narrowed suspiciously, watching, waiting. The lowering of a spear. The way she’d still be well armed even as he advanced. No threat peeking through movements or motions. She took his hand with the same skepticism, anticipating something, for she didn’t know anyone by Noah Olson, save for the title, circumvented and circulated from somewhere far north. “The Sentinel?” Perhaps she should’ve known more – but their adventures scattered and skewed in myriads of directions. “I’m Melita.”

Releasing his hand, and catching the vague outline of the dead water horse further upstream, her jaw clenched, swinging her eyes back to the much larger, broader man. “What did you want to work on?”

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun