Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Due to the Ark’s current status as docked in the Greatwood and Melita left to her own devices, she’s opted to use the area as her residential haunt. It helped that flowers were conveniently found in the twisting and turning of the lanes, as well as her favored heralds’ groves – so naturally, she took to it with all the ease of someone wholly unbothered by chaos and will-o-wisps and labyrinthine pursuits.
Which, on this turn, landed her near a stranger practicing archery. One of her preferred sources of damage – so she beelined over, granting a loud and raucous greeting. “Hello! I’m Melita. Nice magic you got there.” She could summon her own bow – but certainly not the quiver itself in mid-air. Neat. “Mind if I practice too?”
Not with her own elements strung to her back though – she had her own manifestations within her own ichor and pulse. Figuring the stranger would either say no, tell her to fuck off, or accept, she didn’t give a single shit on either option, and did it anyway.
To which she extended her fingers towards the tree, as if summoning something, and then promptly fell asleep.
Which, on this turn, landed her near a stranger practicing archery. One of her preferred sources of damage – so she beelined over, granting a loud and raucous greeting. “Hello! I’m Melita. Nice magic you got there.” She could summon her own bow – but certainly not the quiver itself in mid-air. Neat. “Mind if I practice too?”
Not with her own elements strung to her back though – she had her own manifestations within her own ichor and pulse. Figuring the stranger would either say no, tell her to fuck off, or accept, she didn’t give a single shit on either option, and did it anyway.
To which she extended her fingers towards the tree, as if summoning something, and then promptly fell asleep.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
