Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Bounties quantified by each companion, all there was left to do was rejoin the hellish festivities. Melita sighed, amused but already dreading everything to follow. “Maybe. Though I don’t know what else it can do,” what the limitations were, what the boundaries contained. At some point, probably during the potential for lightning (that they weren’t going to talk about right now), Koa likely wouldn’t want to be holding an umbrella. “And yeah, we can.” Eventually she’d have to wind her way back upwards, find Ronin and extend her gratitude there too, and everything else mustered in her heart and lungs.
Glancing at the ducks, she shrugged. “Eh, maybe someone will enjoy them.” Like little finds and pockets of amusement – treasure for another being on another day. “Thanks again though,” and she really did mean it.
{FIN}
Glancing at the ducks, she shrugged. “Eh, maybe someone will enjoy them.” Like little finds and pockets of amusement – treasure for another being on another day. “Thanks again though,” and she really did mean it.
{FIN}
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
