Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She does mean the Pacifist Plaza, which she acknowledged with a nod of her head. While it was the scene of the crime, it also had a little bit of a bright speck in an otherwise strange land that was Stormbreak. “Oh, you should. Lots of shops and stuff.” And probably the only part, besides the Celestine, that the Honeybee could recommend.
And then she grimaced around the remains of her sandwich at the notion of Ascended and stuff – it’d been a not so good very bad time in those moments of before the war. She’d know – she had some part in hunting down relics after all. “That’s fair.” Her eyes went a little downcast, uncertain how she should feel about the whole damned thing, even after years separating them from the chasms and bedlam. “I think it’s kinda fun to make them feel uncomfortable,” and while that wasn’t an admittance on her recent exploits, it certainly explained Melita down to her core. In a big ‘fuck ‘em’ kind of way.
And then she grimaced around the remains of her sandwich at the notion of Ascended and stuff – it’d been a not so good very bad time in those moments of before the war. She’d know – she had some part in hunting down relics after all. “That’s fair.” Her eyes went a little downcast, uncertain how she should feel about the whole damned thing, even after years separating them from the chasms and bedlam. “I think it’s kinda fun to make them feel uncomfortable,” and while that wasn’t an admittance on her recent exploits, it certainly explained Melita down to her core. In a big ‘fuck ‘em’ kind of way.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
