Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The desert had always held some strange encompassing portion to the Honeybee – but likely from nostalgia, rather than the wondrous ramparts fixed across the dusty, sandy horizon. But it was Deepfrost, so the heat wasn’t as bad as it could be, there was a Ludo shrine, and she had shit to do.
Dropping off another parcel of taffy and a miniature dice game for her favorite herald, the smuggler put her hand over her eyes, searching the outline across the wake for a distinct plant. Easy, really, when they were much the only things out there – besides the landsharks and who knew what else.
“Let’s head that way,” she ushered towards her companions, and Fangorn grumbled from her shoulder, while Sila soared above, already screeching out foretold signs of the plant they were searching for.
Dropping off another parcel of taffy and a miniature dice game for her favorite herald, the smuggler put her hand over her eyes, searching the outline across the wake for a distinct plant. Easy, really, when they were much the only things out there – besides the landsharks and who knew what else.
“Let’s head that way,” she ushered towards her companions, and Fangorn grumbled from her shoulder, while Sila soared above, already screeching out foretold signs of the plant they were searching for.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
