Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
With the docks firmly in place, Melita settled further back into her chair, listening. While Remi seemed distracted by Isla (and oh look another baby), Lyra persisted, and Flora extended the next round of thoughts and notions. “Sounds good to me,” when it came to port regards; having no intention of damaging Torchline itself when it came to defensive and offensive measures, despite her trickster status.
As for who would be firing the cannons, the Honeybee wanted to desperately raise her hand and volunteer for all hours, but knew better. Tilting her lead to listen, she wasn’t certain she liked the idea of just the council, for precisely the reasons Flora listed. What if her and Ronin were gone, representing them somewhere else, and Torchline was assaulted? Humming a little under her breath, she built her ideas on Lyra and Isla’s inputs. “Or something like a password? Only those trusted enough to know it can activate the cannon?” It had the potential to lead to other issues, she supposed, if there was some betrayal measured…but she shrugged, willing to listen to all the other proportions.
As for who would be firing the cannons, the Honeybee wanted to desperately raise her hand and volunteer for all hours, but knew better. Tilting her lead to listen, she wasn’t certain she liked the idea of just the council, for precisely the reasons Flora listed. What if her and Ronin were gone, representing them somewhere else, and Torchline was assaulted? Humming a little under her breath, she built her ideas on Lyra and Isla’s inputs. “Or something like a password? Only those trusted enough to know it can activate the cannon?” It had the potential to lead to other issues, she supposed, if there was some betrayal measured…but she shrugged, willing to listen to all the other proportions.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
