Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She listened to the directions, brows furrowing while she tied the kite around her waist, then placed the other portions around her wrists. Considering how little she defended herself (at least on an armor capacity; she was usually busy being a shit and hitting everything she could), the thought of the kite also being in the line of fire didn’t quite help with her propensity for assaults and sieges. More than likely she’d be needing a hoard of replacements.
But no worries there. The Honeybee watched as it whipped out against another rising thermal, maneuvering through the air on its own accord, until she turned and twisted it along her arms. “Hm. All right.” Accord and agreement, waiting for him to simply regret doing any of this.
And the moment she unfurled her magic, it turned out she’d be the one feeling the remorse; for no sooner did she end up punching herself. With a sigh, and now some sore ribs, she shrugged, pretending it hadn’t happened. “Sometimes this chaos magic is…uh, odd.”
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1/4 Melita tries to use her wild magic and ends up punching herself.
But no worries there. The Honeybee watched as it whipped out against another rising thermal, maneuvering through the air on its own accord, until she turned and twisted it along her arms. “Hm. All right.” Accord and agreement, waiting for him to simply regret doing any of this.
And the moment she unfurled her magic, it turned out she’d be the one feeling the remorse; for no sooner did she end up punching herself. With a sigh, and now some sore ribs, she shrugged, pretending it hadn’t happened. “Sometimes this chaos magic is…uh, odd.”
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1/4 Melita tries to use her wild magic and ends up punching herself.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
