Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Given how the Ark would be venturing to the Greatwood, Melita’s round of hide and seek antics, and the whole flower en masse going on, it didn’t take much of a pull to get the Honeybee off and running. Even if she didn’t terrify him with her flying, there were still hundreds more things to do – and though Ludo had never charged her with trying to assist in all these endeavors, spite had always been one of her favorite motivators.
“I think the last time I ever saw one was during one of those plagues,” she hand-waved at this, as if the rampant diseases of the past were simply a normal occurrence. “Gods. Can you imagine if we’d need like..ten again?” Hadn’t that been the magic number with Tanau? She maneuvered her staff and pushed a semblance of thorns away from her, in the midst of rolling her eyes. Fangorn seemed to be searching on his own, along the undergrowth, while Sila soared above, taking the opportunity to stare across horizons and treelines.
“I think the last time I ever saw one was during one of those plagues,” she hand-waved at this, as if the rampant diseases of the past were simply a normal occurrence. “Gods. Can you imagine if we’d need like..ten again?” Hadn’t that been the magic number with Tanau? She maneuvered her staff and pushed a semblance of thorns away from her, in the midst of rolling her eyes. Fangorn seemed to be searching on his own, along the undergrowth, while Sila soared above, taking the opportunity to stare across horizons and treelines.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
