Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
They hadn’t walked too far from the stretch of Haulani, but these days it didn’t much matter in the wake of potential threats from Starfall; with all the work done, the void creatures had no way of venturing into their midst. Not that it much bothered Melita, constant hunter of monsters and amused by chaos, but for others the notions would still cause a scene.
Regardless, along the approaching dusk the white sands remained warm to the touch, and it’d be some hours yet before they even began to cool. With ample daylight still on display, the Honeybee chose a spot with some large outcropping of rocks, placing her bag down and beginning to knot the ends of her dress for easier movement. Her companions opted for the same boulder, settling within to guard and watch, Sila especially perched while Fangorn tossed his vines about. “What’s your preference?” She asked Thal, figuring she had multitudes of options at her disposal. If the Ancient chose shifting, the demigod could shrug it off and choose her own incantations and their variety of bedlam, or some weapons, she supposed.
Regardless, along the approaching dusk the white sands remained warm to the touch, and it’d be some hours yet before they even began to cool. With ample daylight still on display, the Honeybee chose a spot with some large outcropping of rocks, placing her bag down and beginning to knot the ends of her dress for easier movement. Her companions opted for the same boulder, settling within to guard and watch, Sila especially perched while Fangorn tossed his vines about. “What’s your preference?” She asked Thal, figuring she had multitudes of options at her disposal. If the Ancient chose shifting, the demigod could shrug it off and choose her own incantations and their variety of bedlam, or some weapons, she supposed.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
