Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Unbothered by her chaotic semblances, because, after all, this had occurred so often that she honestly just figured she was bound to have a good rest – though her eyes flickered to the writing appearing again. “So do you just uh…write in the air instead of talking?” Maybe it was a coping mechanism? She’d heard of others who couldn’t talk before; but simply hadn’t experienced it for herself. Some of her family members might’ve preferred her to not speak so readily.
Nonetheless, this perplexed her for another second, while his arrow veered off course and she pretended not to see it. “What happens if someone can’t read?” Would there be no way of communicating for him then?
Which was all well and good, because the next moment she started off again, the magic dissipated into nothing like bolts of lightning or blends of water blasts; but turned her directly into a frog, complete with an exasperated ribbit.
Nonetheless, this perplexed her for another second, while his arrow veered off course and she pretended not to see it. “What happens if someone can’t read?” Would there be no way of communicating for him then?
Which was all well and good, because the next moment she started off again, the magic dissipated into nothing like bolts of lightning or blends of water blasts; but turned her directly into a frog, complete with an exasperated ribbit.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
