Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Outrightly offended that the dragon would try to bite his vines, the tendrils quickly receded and he grumbled low; a warning, before heading towards the back portions of Melita’s preferred boulder and waiting – cautiously.
She rolled her eyes at the reaction of the applause, which was fair, but didn’t mean she couldn’t grumble about that too. “Yeah,” and she waved her hand, a promise of better things when given the opportunity. And if not, she’d probably just use her arrows and shoot something. She dropped off the rock though, granting herself some space between her and the dragoon. “Prepare yourself anyway,” she obliged with a wrinkle to her nose, because yeah, it’d be fucking hard to fight applause, but there were other tricks up her sleeve.
She rolled her eyes at the reaction of the applause, which was fair, but didn’t mean she couldn’t grumble about that too. “Yeah,” and she waved her hand, a promise of better things when given the opportunity. And if not, she’d probably just use her arrows and shoot something. She dropped off the rock though, granting herself some space between her and the dragoon. “Prepare yourself anyway,” she obliged with a wrinkle to her nose, because yeah, it’d be fucking hard to fight applause, but there were other tricks up her sleeve.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
