Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Baked into it made her snort, but rightfully so – maybe that had always been the feeling around here, to Melita, anyway. Whether it had been through trials years ago, or just brewed into the surface now. She nodded in agreement, though arched her brow at the Silk Houses comment, committing that to memory. Maybe she’d embarrass Koa by asking about it.
She couldn’t contain her laugh either about joining the ranks of the Dragoons. “And be beholden to rules?” Shaking her head wildly, crimson locks all over the place, she strived to compose herself enough to read over the menu and order some wine and a hardy soup and sandwich as well, anticipating the journey home and not wanting to be starving in the midst of it. Nor drunk, but eh. “Nah – just wanted to ruffle their feathers a little.” She grinned again, rifling through her bag to snag at treats for Fangorn and Sila, who were quiet and content.
Isla was much more of a mature adult than Melita would ever be, but she listened just the same – reminded of her mother, healer through and through. “Oh, that makes sense.” More than picking on Dragoons for the hell of it, probably. “Especially if people end up in shit, far away from healing fountains.”
She couldn’t contain her laugh either about joining the ranks of the Dragoons. “And be beholden to rules?” Shaking her head wildly, crimson locks all over the place, she strived to compose herself enough to read over the menu and order some wine and a hardy soup and sandwich as well, anticipating the journey home and not wanting to be starving in the midst of it. Nor drunk, but eh. “Nah – just wanted to ruffle their feathers a little.” She grinned again, rifling through her bag to snag at treats for Fangorn and Sila, who were quiet and content.
Isla was much more of a mature adult than Melita would ever be, but she listened just the same – reminded of her mother, healer through and through. “Oh, that makes sense.” More than picking on Dragoons for the hell of it, probably. “Especially if people end up in shit, far away from healing fountains.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
