you must burn brighter than ever
Apopo probably wasn’t the best place for cleaning the Firecracker, but Melita enjoyed the view of volcanic ash and promises of magma; the darkened exterior of willful upheavals. And even though she and Flora had just managed the upkeep of their skyships, it was clear the environment had done a lot to the exterior, and interior, of the prized vessel – portions of mud still clinging to the panels of wood from adventures through various landscapes.
After tying off the hovering boat to one of the scarce trees, she started humming, snagging at a bucket full of water and one of the many rags she had assembled for the cause. Fangorn bobbed around at her heels, clearly trying to “help” with his long vines stretching towards the surface of the ship, scrubbing away at where he could reach. Sila wouldn’t have been of much assistance, not without all that fire, and opted instead to sit upon the railings, spying the world at large, acting as their guard.
“Cannot believe the amount of shit here,” the demigod muttered, putting in the elbow grease as she scoured one particular spot. “You’d think all the rain would’ve helped.” The sentient pumpkin grumbled his agreement in response, much as it scarcely mattered.
After tying off the hovering boat to one of the scarce trees, she started humming, snagging at a bucket full of water and one of the many rags she had assembled for the cause. Fangorn bobbed around at her heels, clearly trying to “help” with his long vines stretching towards the surface of the ship, scrubbing away at where he could reach. Sila wouldn’t have been of much assistance, not without all that fire, and opted instead to sit upon the railings, spying the world at large, acting as their guard.
“Cannot believe the amount of shit here,” the demigod muttered, putting in the elbow grease as she scoured one particular spot. “You’d think all the rain would’ve helped.” The sentient pumpkin grumbled his agreement in response, much as it scarcely mattered.
Melita
