Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
As luck would have it, Melita was always looking to set something on fire.
At least today there was a purpose behind that mission, rather than the usual flair of embers and excitement. Fresh from the hunt, with feathers already plucked for quills and arrows, the birds needed to be cooked – and what better way than an open flame? Also because she didn’t want to burn her house down.
She spotted another as she carried the breadth of once skyward gliders – Fangorn eyeballing the cluster with hunger in his eyes, Sila unabashedly staring – and Melita only paying attention to the portable, metal grill nearby, and the occupant behind it, shouting as she approached. “Hey Jude!” She rarely talked to the young lad, to be fair, as she was often on adventures (something stupid and dangerous). But she’d seen him with Harper enough times to know he was a decent kid. “Mind if I join you?”
At least today there was a purpose behind that mission, rather than the usual flair of embers and excitement. Fresh from the hunt, with feathers already plucked for quills and arrows, the birds needed to be cooked – and what better way than an open flame? Also because she didn’t want to burn her house down.
She spotted another as she carried the breadth of once skyward gliders – Fangorn eyeballing the cluster with hunger in his eyes, Sila unabashedly staring – and Melita only paying attention to the portable, metal grill nearby, and the occupant behind it, shouting as she approached. “Hey Jude!” She rarely talked to the young lad, to be fair, as she was often on adventures (something stupid and dangerous). But she’d seen him with Harper enough times to know he was a decent kid. “Mind if I join you?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
