Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Not the most covert person on her best days, Melita hummed under her breath, trying to look incredibly innocent under Isla’s gaze. She wasn’t certain how much of her reputation she wanted shared, or known, and while the Dragoons certainly weren’t going to come after her, she didn’t want the target pinpointed directly upon her the moment she set foot in Stormbreak each time. Instead, she shrugged. “And you see how it’s received,” she handwaved in the direction of the woman, whose voice seemed to be going more frantic by the moment. There were some echoes of "we could've lost an eye!". The remnants of the water balloon were now on the ground, as the Karen stomped repeatedly and gestured at nothing. The guard seemed to be taking it well though, save for a roll of his eyes.
Besides, now there was food, and she took the wonderful distraction for what it was, immediately diving into the soup, savoring the richness. She listened too, in between complimentary swallows. “Mm. Are you still set up in Torchline?” She could recall brief snippets of Sunjata talking about Isla’s contributions, but given how little she paid attention, it probably wasn’t a shock that the Honeybee had forgotten.
Besides, now there was food, and she took the wonderful distraction for what it was, immediately diving into the soup, savoring the richness. She listened too, in between complimentary swallows. “Mm. Are you still set up in Torchline?” She could recall brief snippets of Sunjata talking about Isla’s contributions, but given how little she paid attention, it probably wasn’t a shock that the Honeybee had forgotten.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
