Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The brief introductions made her snort, then snicker, standing a little taller so she could fulfill her role as mistress of ducks and balloonapocalypses. Very proud instead of ashamed, her eyes flickered over to Noe nearby; as she knew her well, remembering the brief broadcasts from earlier and y’know, wondering about all of that shit.
But instead of voicing it out loud, look some discretion, she glanced back at this younger version ofKoa in Kaisel. “Eh, I just summon them from time to time,” she gathered by way of explanation – which barely did it justice. “My brand is mischief, regardless,” and then she reached into her bag, pulling out several rubber ducks in her hand to display the ridiculous prowess. Some were glittered. Some were very tiny. And some were the spitting image of various flowers. Except…with a beak.
But instead of voicing it out loud, look some discretion, she glanced back at this younger version of
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun







