without a shadow of a doubt

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Melita probably should’ve asked questions too, really, but that was sometimes the name of the game with god quests. Her presumption was that the treeflit would aid in upgrading her staff…somehow, but the allusion was likely in its abilities or being absorbed into the notions. She wasn’t going to worry about the schematics though, not when it was being pounced upon, gingerly and gently. “Good work,” she whispered, even as the thing began to squeal and screech instead of hum, and she could feel that age-old guilt suddenly rushing to the surface.

Fangorn grumbled something, but she ignored it, prying the squirming treeflit out of the jaguar’s clutches and placing it within the cage. “Woof,” she uttered, placing all kinds of leaves and sticks within in hopes it would feel at home in there. “Thanks for helping. I’ll get it back safely,” and then who knew what…she only added with a light grimace.

[FIN]

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