Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita didn’t know Isla well – but just in listening, gained a rapt admiration for the way the woman saw reason in between all the nonsense. Had the Honeybee been the cause of said chaos? Sure – but she also appreciated well-versed logic in the face of the Dragoon’s seething gestures and ridiculous connotations. Her summations would’ve been maybe they shouldn’t have been so bitchy or why not take your kid off a leash, instead of the medic’s rationale, which had the soldier sputtering. ”Well, no, but they could’ve been!” came first, before the man was glancing down at the paper, and clearly trying to find something to go off of rather than tossed water balloons during a season of Ludo worship.
Wondering if she could take some of Isla’s experience and mature notions, rather than giving into impulse and thinking about striking the man with something, her head tilted. “I thought Stormbreak was all about reverence to the gods,” Melita began to hum, giving a grin that seemed to be both mocking and innocent; parallels for the soldier to decide, she supposed, as she gave off pretenses and airs. Placing her arms behind her back in some faultless way, she peered around at the streets. “Seems to me they were doing exactly as Ludo would’ve liked.”
Wondering if she could take some of Isla’s experience and mature notions, rather than giving into impulse and thinking about striking the man with something, her head tilted. “I thought Stormbreak was all about reverence to the gods,” Melita began to hum, giving a grin that seemed to be both mocking and innocent; parallels for the soldier to decide, she supposed, as she gave off pretenses and airs. Placing her arms behind her back in some faultless way, she peered around at the streets. “Seems to me they were doing exactly as Ludo would’ve liked.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
