Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita’s venture was nowhere near as defeating as Colt’s – gauging her Firecracker onward, a streak of vibrant movement and ivory sails across the sky. Sila came along her side, trilling happily in the efforts of freedom and liberation, the open tides of nothing but air and salt and surf below and around. Even Fangorn had taken his mantle of first mate handedly, wrapping his vines around the railing and turning his enigmatic features towards the horizon. The speed wasn’t quite breakneck, but the Honeybee was content; unfurling the sails a little more until her dragon alerted to another boat.
She could see people dangling, then being thrown back, enough to amuse and giggle behind her hand as they passed over. “You good?” she shouted down – before recognizing one of the figures upon said vessel, head tilting vaguely as if she’d just found a shiny rock and was pondering whether to leave it to the earth or pocket it. “Hey Colt! Heard you had a shit time!” which could pinpoint on any proportions, but she left that out in the open without the specifications.
She could see people dangling, then being thrown back, enough to amuse and giggle behind her hand as they passed over. “You good?” she shouted down – before recognizing one of the figures upon said vessel, head tilting vaguely as if she’d just found a shiny rock and was pondering whether to leave it to the earth or pocket it. “Hey Colt! Heard you had a shit time!” which could pinpoint on any proportions, but she left that out in the open without the specifications.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
