Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She could hear Kaisel talking about something with kites, but her eyes kept going to the Spyglass itself – peering along edges, nosing about on the zenith proper – because for all her travels amidst portions and pieces of Stormbreak, most of the time she’d spent her hours pissing off the locals, fighting, or being nosey as fuck. So more of the latter at present, given the state of everything.
Only thereafter he started discussing prototypes or some such did she regain her focus, brow arching. “Kite fights,” she murmured, trying to imagine it – then shrugging, game to tear apart and about with any kind of armament, even if it was a flimsy little toy. “I mean, yeah, I could try.” Or just maul the shit out of things, which was the more likelier option.
Watching briefly as Sila flew her way along a thermal nearby, she smirked, before turning back to Kaisel. “What have you got?”
Only thereafter he started discussing prototypes or some such did she regain her focus, brow arching. “Kite fights,” she murmured, trying to imagine it – then shrugging, game to tear apart and about with any kind of armament, even if it was a flimsy little toy. “I mean, yeah, I could try.” Or just maul the shit out of things, which was the more likelier option.
Watching briefly as Sila flew her way along a thermal nearby, she smirked, before turning back to Kaisel. “What have you got?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
