Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
No one in the village had chased her out yet, though based on some of the look she’d received from the merchants after the latest hide and seek game (hey, she hadn’t been the one to set the fires everywhere, so…), she figured she was on borrowed time. Or, at least until she’d done something else to piss the locals off.
So instead she occupied herself by glancing around here and there for particular flowers, and then eventually settled upon one of the benches with a nice little umbrella to shield and shade. From there, she pulled out a piece of parchment, intending to create one of those stupid ass poems they had to make for Vox.
Huffing a breath and staring down at the blank canvas, she offered several lines to her companions. “How about this? Eat shit. Die die die.” Glancing at Fangorn and Sila for advice, the pumpkin rolled his eyes, and Sila snorted. “Well, I thought it had a nice ring to it,” she offered in turn, wrinkling her nose down at the paper, as if it had been the one to offend.
So instead she occupied herself by glancing around here and there for particular flowers, and then eventually settled upon one of the benches with a nice little umbrella to shield and shade. From there, she pulled out a piece of parchment, intending to create one of those stupid ass poems they had to make for Vox.
Huffing a breath and staring down at the blank canvas, she offered several lines to her companions. “How about this? Eat shit. Die die die.” Glancing at Fangorn and Sila for advice, the pumpkin rolled his eyes, and Sila snorted. “Well, I thought it had a nice ring to it,” she offered in turn, wrinkling her nose down at the paper, as if it had been the one to offend.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
