Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The Honeybee had heard of a few, but her specifics prevailed from the latest party. Hanging over the edge of the railing not unlike a cat, face bright and smug, her head tilted vaguely, watching the crew hasten back and forth, sputtering and grumbling before disappearing to their posts. She paused her own vessel, letting it hang and hover while Sila trilled down below to Colt and Fangorn dangled his vines in greeting, before they all retreated and it was simply the demigod pondering her capricious, mercurial wiles. From what she understood, some of Colt’s current predicaments were largely self-inflicted (and unfortunate circumstance when it came to Caido on even the best days). “Mmmm,” she hummed vaguely, before finally giving a solid response. “Flora and Enzo’s birthday bash. Sounded like you got kicked out or something.”
A surprise, given how they’d all had spa time together just recently. But then again, her uncle had been on the investigating end, and it sounded as though he and Colt had a tiff earlier too.
A surprise, given how they’d all had spa time together just recently. But then again, her uncle had been on the investigating end, and it sounded as though he and Colt had a tiff earlier too.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
