without a shadow of a doubt

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

“Oooh, that’d be cool,” Melita offered as her form of approval, and presuming they’d had a modest plan set in place, she arranged the rocks further, and then mired her way into the brush. Comfortable in the loam, soil, thorns, and leaves, as she’d done this on many occasions, she began to lightly hum. An old tune of her mother’s, for the demigod had no musical invention of her own, it strung loosely in her throat; meant to be much more of a lullaby and soothing overture than anything more.

Encouraging Sohalia to do the same with a light wave of her hand, and trying not to laugh, she persisted and continued – tilting her head to catch any other faint movements or motions. Sila did much the same, but from above and in the canopies, while Fangorn stilled entirely by the Honeybee’s knee.

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun