Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Maybe because Fangorn frequently didn’t let her out of his sight (for good reasons) or that Sila depended on her for bravery, the Honeybee’s eyes widened at the thought of leaving her companions off to roam on their own. “Oh,” she mentioned, blinking owlishly, before pondering those circumstances further, listening for any answer off in the distance.
Finishing that effigy, she rounded over to another target, smacking away any spiders floating by, and snagged at more threads encompassing a ridiculous rock pile assortment. “It was the only way to survive for a while,” being capable. Being strong. Being proficient. Being violent and vehement and promising bloodshed to anyone who crossed her. Perhaps not much had changed. “You guys must have a pretty nice setup though,” and even if Melita hadn’t wandered into the training grounds, she couldn’t imagine anything but – in that whole stony, efficient wake.
The statement surprised her though, and she rose from her crouch, staring at him with an arched and scrupulous brow. “I guess. What sort of weapons do you use?”
Finishing that effigy, she rounded over to another target, smacking away any spiders floating by, and snagged at more threads encompassing a ridiculous rock pile assortment. “It was the only way to survive for a while,” being capable. Being strong. Being proficient. Being violent and vehement and promising bloodshed to anyone who crossed her. Perhaps not much had changed. “You guys must have a pretty nice setup though,” and even if Melita hadn’t wandered into the training grounds, she couldn’t imagine anything but – in that whole stony, efficient wake.
The statement surprised her though, and she rose from her crouch, staring at him with an arched and scrupulous brow. “I guess. What sort of weapons do you use?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
