Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“You have a point,” and she considered, maneuvering the meat around and placing them in her own little section, because much like Jude’s notions, her own pack of companions (and herself) wouldn’t hesitate to devour the remains later. There was no neat label to accompany the gesture, but the threat of it being gobbled up in the present was dissuaded. “Smuggling,” she added, with a grin.
With no outcry over the Grounds, and Melita presumed she’d made sure he’d inevitably steer clear of that desolate world, she took a piece and divided it between herself, Fangorn, and Sila. His Stormbreak notions and motions were far away from the battles, the relics, or the inherent racism though, and it was intriguing to hear another perspective. Her eyes drifted upwards, amidst the sky, wherever the thing floated now. “Seemed…dull,” she uttered – without the presence of violence and vehemence, she wasn’t certain what they did there. “Maybe that’ll change too,” since everything else seemed to.
Her eyes widened over the subject of Maeve – before placing another bite in her mouth, mulling over what to say. She’d yet to see the woman out and about, but maybe she simply wasn’t ready. “Did she find Edmund?” That had been the purpose of shedding titles, as far as the Honeybee knew.
But then semblances turned to Harper. Not a great creature of self-reflection, the spark of laughter unwound from her. “I can try. Does he like explosions too?”
With no outcry over the Grounds, and Melita presumed she’d made sure he’d inevitably steer clear of that desolate world, she took a piece and divided it between herself, Fangorn, and Sila. His Stormbreak notions and motions were far away from the battles, the relics, or the inherent racism though, and it was intriguing to hear another perspective. Her eyes drifted upwards, amidst the sky, wherever the thing floated now. “Seemed…dull,” she uttered – without the presence of violence and vehemence, she wasn’t certain what they did there. “Maybe that’ll change too,” since everything else seemed to.
Her eyes widened over the subject of Maeve – before placing another bite in her mouth, mulling over what to say. She’d yet to see the woman out and about, but maybe she simply wasn’t ready. “Did she find Edmund?” That had been the purpose of shedding titles, as far as the Honeybee knew.
But then semblances turned to Harper. Not a great creature of self-reflection, the spark of laughter unwound from her. “I can try. Does he like explosions too?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
