Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Sila grew comfortable in the shade and shelter of Melita’s locks, while the latter arched her brow at the insinuation. Letting that slide off, her attention wandered back to the companions, especially Pip, at Koa’s statement. “Yeah. It always happens that way,” and if her smile was wistful, fond, full of memories from Fangorn’s efforts to ensure they all survived, then she let it remain. No need to hide away her in pride in a creature capable and stalwart.
The gourd frowned though at the sudden inclusion of fire – a bit mindful of the element, given all his experiences with the Honeybee’s weaponry and tactics – skirting away and out of range, and maybe a bit saddened the game of catch had met its end so swiftly. The youth crouched and scratched his head, while balancing the dragon along her shoulders. “Well, I think we did a good job cleaning this place up.” Unfortunately, it would probably need to be done several more times, given the bizarre iteration of spiders. “Do you need anything else?”
The gourd frowned though at the sudden inclusion of fire – a bit mindful of the element, given all his experiences with the Honeybee’s weaponry and tactics – skirting away and out of range, and maybe a bit saddened the game of catch had met its end so swiftly. The youth crouched and scratched his head, while balancing the dragon along her shoulders. “Well, I think we did a good job cleaning this place up.” Unfortunately, it would probably need to be done several more times, given the bizarre iteration of spiders. “Do you need anything else?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
