Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Ah,” she mentioned off-handedly, for her diversions into politics were minimal and that was probably for the best. The knife slid easily and swiftly through the vegetables, and once she’d finished with one, she started another, pleasantly distracted and amused. “Good. You should get more people then too.” Though she suspected some were just as content with a brothel – but there were other provisions most individuals required.
She rolled her eyes at his smile though, clearly disgruntled with the lack of legend surrounding her actions. “Figures,” she muttered, though her irritation wasn’t at Fangorn (she’d been the one directing him, really), but just that she’d been upstaged within her own performance.
Though the following remark left her glowing with some beam of pride, a very smug look coming over her features as her shoulders went upward and her spine straightened. The grin in return was all Cheshire. “Well, that’s a relief. Glad I haven’t lost my touch.”
She rolled her eyes at his smile though, clearly disgruntled with the lack of legend surrounding her actions. “Figures,” she muttered, though her irritation wasn’t at Fangorn (she’d been the one directing him, really), but just that she’d been upstaged within her own performance.
Though the following remark left her glowing with some beam of pride, a very smug look coming over her features as her shoulders went upward and her spine straightened. The grin in return was all Cheshire. “Well, that’s a relief. Glad I haven’t lost my touch.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
