Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita still couldn’t fathom why there was more than just…well, her in the desert, but the moment she heard another’s voice pierce over the surroundings, she turned her head briskly. She nearly shouted back, but then figured any more loud noises would encourage landsharks nearby to keep roaming towards them, and she really didn’t have the time to be bothering with massive predators.
And then the stranger tripped. “Gods,” the Honeybee grumbled under her breath, shaking her head. “Do you need something?” she asked once the stranger had regained their footing, but otherwise kept roaming towards where Sila hovered, flying over the cactus.
And then the stranger tripped. “Gods,” the Honeybee grumbled under her breath, shaking her head. “Do you need something?” she asked once the stranger had regained their footing, but otherwise kept roaming towards where Sila hovered, flying over the cactus.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
