Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Oh, sure, it’d been awesome. Initially – flying in with Ronin, scaling heights, watching as a cliff ultimately resumed being a living, breathing rock. And then her uncle and Darkeye had joined in the fray, and it’d become a god damned mess. Like most things when it came to Sunjata. She’d much preferred the aspects of war here, in Torchline, and fighting off the beast thundering across the beach. “In a way,” she finally stated, and leaving it at that, peeling off another section of strands and immediately squashing three spiders in the closest vicinity with the quick palm of her hand.
Fucking windy seemed to be the simplicity of Stormbreak now, and figuring it must be decent for Dragoons, let that meander off too.
Fangorn obliged immediately at the incoming snack, while Sila hunted along the ground, and Melita came to a realization eons thereafter. “So if you’re a Dragoon, where’s your dragon?” The Honeybee rarely left her companions elsewhere, unless there was true danger upcoming – more than once the vampire gourd had saved multitudes (because he was the wisest of the lot).
As for the training grounds…she jutted her thumb towards the house situated amongst the cliff rocks. “I live there, so, yeah, this is my training area.” She made frequent use of it, besides terrorizing any local flora, fauna, or citizens of Torchline. “Sometimes others come, but mostly I just train by myself.” She’d helped Sohalia in the last season, but otherwise was often left to her own devices – which was fine. The Honeybee was self-sufficient.
Fucking windy seemed to be the simplicity of Stormbreak now, and figuring it must be decent for Dragoons, let that meander off too.
Fangorn obliged immediately at the incoming snack, while Sila hunted along the ground, and Melita came to a realization eons thereafter. “So if you’re a Dragoon, where’s your dragon?” The Honeybee rarely left her companions elsewhere, unless there was true danger upcoming – more than once the vampire gourd had saved multitudes (because he was the wisest of the lot).
As for the training grounds…she jutted her thumb towards the house situated amongst the cliff rocks. “I live there, so, yeah, this is my training area.” She made frequent use of it, besides terrorizing any local flora, fauna, or citizens of Torchline. “Sometimes others come, but mostly I just train by myself.” She’d helped Sohalia in the last season, but otherwise was often left to her own devices – which was fine. The Honeybee was self-sufficient.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
