Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
In ordinary circumstances, the boast would’ve had her incensed and riled; but here, she knew it was a spectacle for the crowd, rather than herself. Still, she had every intention of participating, a plan up her sleeve as soon as the fire roared and soared through her veins. A friendly and amicable gesture of hellos and welcomes, perhaps knowing she’d willingly extend the rapport of its destruction and power.
And cheat, of course.
Her eyes went from the gathered people, already beginning to form a circle, to Iskra as he launched. He’d have to be a little more careful than normal; her only chance at healing was her wild magic, and even then she was just as likely to turn into a frog than extend well-meaning mending. But there’d be an aspect of control over the flames she could utilize, and kept that thought in the back of her mind for when heights deemed it necessary. She grinned just the same, watching as he leapt and several gave rounds of applause. The touch of fire to his shoulders didn’t go unseen, but she sighed, as he patted them out before she’d have an opportunity to do something about it.
Then it was her turn, and she intended to add to the spectacle. “Me!” She declared, waving to some of the individuals nearby, lifting her chin in bold and proper fashion. Then she ran, all swiftness and sedition, bold and triumphant, neatly launching over the broadened flames – but with a twist, ensuring as she jumped that some of the fire connected around her, as if she were launching through a circle. Landing on the other side, she gave a breathless curtsy, untouched, with a wink towards Iskra for good measure. “Beat that!”
Before they could make the inferno higher, another stepped forward. Probably no more than fifteen or sixteen, the boy was gangly, but determined, a smile curling through. “I’ll try!” he countered, already beginning to line himself up with the fire.
And cheat, of course.
Her eyes went from the gathered people, already beginning to form a circle, to Iskra as he launched. He’d have to be a little more careful than normal; her only chance at healing was her wild magic, and even then she was just as likely to turn into a frog than extend well-meaning mending. But there’d be an aspect of control over the flames she could utilize, and kept that thought in the back of her mind for when heights deemed it necessary. She grinned just the same, watching as he leapt and several gave rounds of applause. The touch of fire to his shoulders didn’t go unseen, but she sighed, as he patted them out before she’d have an opportunity to do something about it.
Then it was her turn, and she intended to add to the spectacle. “Me!” She declared, waving to some of the individuals nearby, lifting her chin in bold and proper fashion. Then she ran, all swiftness and sedition, bold and triumphant, neatly launching over the broadened flames – but with a twist, ensuring as she jumped that some of the fire connected around her, as if she were launching through a circle. Landing on the other side, she gave a breathless curtsy, untouched, with a wink towards Iskra for good measure. “Beat that!”
Before they could make the inferno higher, another stepped forward. Probably no more than fifteen or sixteen, the boy was gangly, but determined, a smile curling through. “I’ll try!” he countered, already beginning to line himself up with the fire.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
