Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita continued to remain unimpressed – her facial expression one of vague disinterest. Swiping at a low branch, she turned back the way she was going, figuring if he was going to follow, there’d be opportunity to lose him in the thickened portions of the noxious, predacious forest. Maybe something out here would eat him.
She muffled the laugh behind her mouth, listening all the while, dropping her hand and skipping amidst the fronds and ferns, indifferent to the savage display as they snapped at her - too fast and swift, too bemused by the art of their brutality. Fangorn rumbled along behind her, occasionally displaying his fangs at the plants nearby, Sila resting on her shoulder, pondering over flames.
Had the Honeybee seen any orchids though? “Not yet. Maybe some are further in.”
She muffled the laugh behind her mouth, listening all the while, dropping her hand and skipping amidst the fronds and ferns, indifferent to the savage display as they snapped at her - too fast and swift, too bemused by the art of their brutality. Fangorn rumbled along behind her, occasionally displaying his fangs at the plants nearby, Sila resting on her shoulder, pondering over flames.
Had the Honeybee seen any orchids though? “Not yet. Maybe some are further in.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
