Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
In frog form, she couldn’t arch her brow or say much else other than ribbit, but the answers were bizarre just the same. Charades? Was there a reason he couldn’t just…talk? Maybe he should see a god about that.
But then he hit the try and she huffed something else that sounded like a much louder croak. Eager to actually do something, the magic eventually unwound from her features, and she was once again human, casually brushing dust and dirt off of herself as if she hadn’t already taken a nap, healed, and then been an amphibian for several minutes.
“This one’s going to be it!” She offered – in the brief hope and chance that would actually hold true – and actually held in the belief.
Because no sooner had she presented the motion (again), did a huge force of water blast at a nearby tree, spraying limbs and branches away with ease and damage.
But then he hit the try and she huffed something else that sounded like a much louder croak. Eager to actually do something, the magic eventually unwound from her features, and she was once again human, casually brushing dust and dirt off of herself as if she hadn’t already taken a nap, healed, and then been an amphibian for several minutes.
“This one’s going to be it!” She offered – in the brief hope and chance that would actually hold true – and actually held in the belief.
Because no sooner had she presented the motion (again), did a huge force of water blast at a nearby tree, spraying limbs and branches away with ease and damage.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun







