Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Fangorn rumbled something in between avid snacks of arachnids, causing Melita to look up from where she’d crouched before a normal target. Standing upright once more, she spotted the stranger walking up, and she shielded her eyes from the sun, having no recognition of this individual whatsoever. Perhaps he intended to meander around her area and head towards the lighthouse, as many often did. Or enjoy the cliffs.
But noooope, he came straight for them. Sila ceased her fire entirely, immediately landing upon the Honeybee’s shoulder with claws and apprehension, while the gourd flailed his vines in some makeshift hello. Suspicious, because not many sought her out up here, unless they were family or friends or something, her gaze remained studiously narrowed. “If you want,” ready, willing, and able to draw weapons upon him immediately if he tried anything.
She took another step towards one her rock towers, and peeled away more of the thread. “Who are you?”
But noooope, he came straight for them. Sila ceased her fire entirely, immediately landing upon the Honeybee’s shoulder with claws and apprehension, while the gourd flailed his vines in some makeshift hello. Suspicious, because not many sought her out up here, unless they were family or friends or something, her gaze remained studiously narrowed. “If you want,” ready, willing, and able to draw weapons upon him immediately if he tried anything.
She took another step towards one her rock towers, and peeled away more of the thread. “Who are you?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
