Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Sounds about right. Loren really was a useless fucker.” She offered freely, given how they’d gone for ‘training’ and he’d intentionally broken her leg. Fuck that guy, wherever the hell he was now.
And then the god damned will-o-wisps along with the void river star – had she been alone, any hackles would’ve been raised, and something likely set on fire. Striving to ignore the sudden, echoing onslaught of her mother and sister screaming through her ears and mind, she took another deep inhale, fingers wrapped around her staff, just in case. Avoidance wasn’t her usual method, mode, or means, but her uncle seemed to be in a certain temperament and mood, so she followed along.
Growth, see?
She opted to distract instead. “Soooo, if we don’t find anything, what’s our alternative?”
And then the god damned will-o-wisps along with the void river star – had she been alone, any hackles would’ve been raised, and something likely set on fire. Striving to ignore the sudden, echoing onslaught of her mother and sister screaming through her ears and mind, she took another deep inhale, fingers wrapped around her staff, just in case. Avoidance wasn’t her usual method, mode, or means, but her uncle seemed to be in a certain temperament and mood, so she followed along.
Growth, see?
She opted to distract instead. “Soooo, if we don’t find anything, what’s our alternative?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
