Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
As per the norm in most situations, Melita strolled in like she owned the place. She didn’t, not even close, but with the air of absurd, impetuous confidence that came from her entity – if everyone just forgot the whole recently dying though. The Firecracker was safely docked (parked?) outside, leaving her to meander into dinner with the bluster of a Cheshire grin, and pondering on which aspects to pick apart.
Sniffing at the air much like a feline, she meandered over to her uncle’s side, peering around to see what the dinner would be, and perhaps trying to shock and surprise him with her impeccable. (sarcasm) stealth. “So,” she started, once herding her companions in and watching as Fangorn instantly bounded over to Petronella, “What did you think about the meeting?”
Sniffing at the air much like a feline, she meandered over to her uncle’s side, peering around to see what the dinner would be, and perhaps trying to shock and surprise him with her impeccable. (sarcasm) stealth. “So,” she started, once herding her companions in and watching as Fangorn instantly bounded over to Petronella, “What did you think about the meeting?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
