Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Who knows. But if they start getting up and moving around we’ll probably have some issues,” notched with a toothy, fanged grin for emphasis, immediately obliterating a plant crawling towards Sila’s tail. The flora might’ve squealed had it been anything sentient, but instead visibly retreated from her presence, shirking into the background as they forged their way along interwoven paths.
Then she paused for a moment, crouching to glance at another crimson flower that could’ve been an orchid in the right light, but then further along the reddened roots, she spotted something eerily familiar. Brows furrowing, staff still in her hand, she traced over the hardened, pale surface of something else altogether. While Fangorn scooted closer to take a look, her eyes narrowed. “Is this bone?”
Then she paused for a moment, crouching to glance at another crimson flower that could’ve been an orchid in the right light, but then further along the reddened roots, she spotted something eerily familiar. Brows furrowing, staff still in her hand, she traced over the hardened, pale surface of something else altogether. While Fangorn scooted closer to take a look, her eyes narrowed. “Is this bone?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
