Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita paused, very briefly, wondering if she’d been caught outright. Playing it off as best she could, she raised her wine glass to clink against Isla’s. “Cheers to that,” she hummed once more, before attacking the remainder of her sandwich – watching the proceedings from the corner of her eye until they all seemed to vanish. Another time, maybe.
The Honeybee didn’t expect her idea to actually sound feasible, so she immediately puffed and glimmered with juvenile pride, taking another sip of her drink to avoid looking too Cheshire and smug. After all, it was rare that her notions were found to be not bad.
She shrugged at other aspects to Stormbreak; very content to brew and brood about their moody demeanors as a whole. “I guess not. And the Plaza is neat too.”
The Honeybee didn’t expect her idea to actually sound feasible, so she immediately puffed and glimmered with juvenile pride, taking another sip of her drink to avoid looking too Cheshire and smug. After all, it was rare that her notions were found to be not bad.
She shrugged at other aspects to Stormbreak; very content to brew and brood about their moody demeanors as a whole. “I guess not. And the Plaza is neat too.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
