Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Suspicious of the answer but taking it at face value just because, she waited for the details and description while loading her bag over her shoulder. Colorful. Legless. Winged lizards. Sounded cute, honestly. “Awww, they sing?” She mused; briefly recalling her mother’s love of song and her own complete inability to give any harmonious notes.
Shiny objects she did have though, and she hastened through some little piles of rocks she’d found amongst the fold. Some had a pale-ish tone, but the more gilded sets from the Rainbow Road would fit the bill. She opened up her palm, showing them off to the Luminary. “Should we just set them out and wait?” Like bait?
Shiny objects she did have though, and she hastened through some little piles of rocks she’d found amongst the fold. Some had a pale-ish tone, but the more gilded sets from the Rainbow Road would fit the bill. She opened up her palm, showing them off to the Luminary. “Should we just set them out and wait?” Like bait?
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
