Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It would end up being a bizarre interim of nothing at all. Not that it was Melita’s first choice in the whole situation – but she also didn’t mind not taking any damage. As Thalassa’s roar of frustration echoed, the hapless amphibian could almost echo the sentiment; though she only offered a small, invisible flailing of non-shoulders to commit to the deed.
So instead of waiting her rotation of frog time completely still, she opted to duck around the momentous walls of sand and rock flying everywhere, hippity hopping her way closer to the water. A few times the stones were close calls – knocking into her frame, but she felt naught at all (neat, kinda). With any luck, once she was allowed to transform back, she’d be out of the lyvern’s wake.
So instead of waiting her rotation of frog time completely still, she opted to duck around the momentous walls of sand and rock flying everywhere, hippity hopping her way closer to the water. A few times the stones were close calls – knocking into her frame, but she felt naught at all (neat, kinda). With any luck, once she was allowed to transform back, she’d be out of the lyvern’s wake.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
