Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Most likely Sohalia would’ve been able to fly herself over to the Oerwoud, on wings rather than skyboats, but Melita was a determined, if not terrifying pilot, and she was all the more content to show off the Firecracker as it graced the skies. And then plunged downward into a more horrifying aspect of landing, before somehow gently corresponding into the leaf litter of the Undergrove.
Patting the skyboat as she disembarked, she hummed lightly. “Heh, I’m getting better,” confident and self-assured, even when she shouldn’t be, the Honeybee immediately began unloading her companions. “Fun trip, huh?” She grinned over at Sohalia, presuming agreement rather than terror. Then, onto more important matters. “Do you know what a treeflit looks like?”
Patting the skyboat as she disembarked, she hummed lightly. “Heh, I’m getting better,” confident and self-assured, even when she shouldn’t be, the Honeybee immediately began unloading her companions. “Fun trip, huh?” She grinned over at Sohalia, presuming agreement rather than terror. Then, onto more important matters. “Do you know what a treeflit looks like?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
