Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Of course I do,” she added with a prideful little lilt and a tilt of her jaw. She forced it upwards in some sort of seditious manner, as if it might give her more height or a lofty semblance of pride. “But if I just tell everyone, it’d ruin potential surprises.” Or mayhem. She gave him another shitty little grin, before chopping away, appreciating the uniformity of each slice and then maneuvering more aside to snag at another. Hadn’t Maea asked her the same?
To be fair, Melita probably didn’t answer her outright though for the excuse she gave her uncle, but also the pettiness of it all.
“Saw Maea the other day, by the way,” well before she’d been shooting arrows at her, but the Honeybee certainly wasn’t going to be tattling on herself. “I was planting some of those seeds in the Grounds. She’s still a bit of a downer, huh.”
To be fair, Melita probably didn’t answer her outright though for the excuse she gave her uncle, but also the pettiness of it all.
“Saw Maea the other day, by the way,” well before she’d been shooting arrows at her, but the Honeybee certainly wasn’t going to be tattling on herself. “I was planting some of those seeds in the Grounds. She’s still a bit of a downer, huh.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
