[se] tangled in the red

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Fangorn was well versed in catch amidst his vines and appendages – the poor thing had snagged at many stray arrows in the past. Watching and waiting for Pip to counter his movements was a game of patience, and luckily the gourd had it in multitudes compared to Melita – so his eyes merely widened and the toothy grin extended as the dragon lobbed it back. He gave chase, bounding and bobbing, and while it may have been a ridiculous sight, the Honeybee was content that her bonded was the same.

Then he tossed it, a long, slow loft into the air.

Shaking her head, she watched Sila from the corner of her eye, but the little bronze continued to hide through crimson hair. “Sorry,” she apologized, for it took time for the youth to warm up to many.

The way he’d managed to snag Pip though brought out more curiosity. “That’s nice that you were there for her though,” and half-inclined to ask about more about the Celestine – as she’d only brief been there – far too busy fighting and relic hunting.

Fangorn probably did have many stories to tell – most being the same as Melita’s, though with a far more sagacious air. Grinning at the inquiry though, her gilded eyes flickered back to Koa. “Blood.” Shrugging, intending for a reaction, she continued. “Meat. Bugs. He’s not terribly picky.”

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun