Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The youth didn’t expect her own name to be recognized, mildly taken aback with widened eyes as he gave her title. At that, she gave a slight smile, deciding he was all right for the moment, before her eyes drifted towards the aforementioned weapon – neatly avoiding any notions Safrin’s name caused in the back of her mind. “I have my staff,” which couldn’t be broken – and she hadn’t snagged at any serrated edges, save for her elemental arrows or daggers, in a while.
Removing the obsidian armament from her belt, the Honeybee inclined her head, backing away, giving them a modicum of space between the pair. “When you’re ready then,” already beginning to warm up and stretch her own muscles, twisting and turning the weapon in between her palms.
Removing the obsidian armament from her belt, the Honeybee inclined her head, backing away, giving them a modicum of space between the pair. “When you’re ready then,” already beginning to warm up and stretch her own muscles, twisting and turning the weapon in between her palms.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun







