Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
This might’ve been the exact moment prompting Sila to unfurl something; given Melita was occupied, and Fangorn was pouting. Angling upon the top proportion of the boulder, she glanced at Pip, and unfurled the slightest hint of smoke – just enough to reconcile a ceasefire between the pair. Perhaps.
And as for punching things…Melita had no intention. Her grin was poised and Cheshire, entirely mercurial in the wake of death, revival, and shifting, tempestuous edges. “Nah. I wouldn’t have punched Sah. Didn’t you want to see what I was capable of?”
He could get whatever he needed, she supposed, giving a rough estimate of time before applying herself.
Which, unfortunately, met the same end as the last time she’d tried with Flora – punching herself right in the knee. “Gods sakes,” she muttered, nose wrinkling. “Problem is I don’t know what it’s going to do most,” okay, all, “of the time.” Not to worry Koa, she'll probably end up wrecking herself before even getting close to you.
And as for punching things…Melita had no intention. Her grin was poised and Cheshire, entirely mercurial in the wake of death, revival, and shifting, tempestuous edges. “Nah. I wouldn’t have punched Sah. Didn’t you want to see what I was capable of?”
He could get whatever he needed, she supposed, giving a rough estimate of time before applying herself.
Which, unfortunately, met the same end as the last time she’d tried with Flora – punching herself right in the knee. “Gods sakes,” she muttered, nose wrinkling. “Problem is I don’t know what it’s going to do most,” okay, all, “of the time.” Not to worry Koa, she'll probably end up wrecking herself before even getting close to you.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
