Baptized in bad times

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

While Colt took care of her soaked clothes, Melita sauntered back to her captain’s seat, springing back up and cooly drumming her fingers across the helm, listening with a tilt of her head and the indication for the Accepted to go along with the story. The resulting notions had her eyes widening briefly – of offered positions, of the desert being tamed (some information already yielded from Sunjata), and where the underlying coat of tension appeared to be. Flora would be protective of Sohalia, that much was a given, but the way things had altered and changed from something so simplistic to warranting a swift exit during a birthday party had her brows lifting. “All right, so that all makes sense,” at least to the demigod. Fangorn nodded his head too, in case a vampire gourd’s opinion mattered in the interim.

“But I don’t get how everything went from Sohalia considering, to you poaching.” Had there been other words in between, misconstrued and misleading? Fables constructed? Lies unfurled? Or something much simpler, rather than leaping and launching into the fray immediately, as well…many of them were prone to do, depending on the situation. The Luminary and Honeybee had many conversations – but not many of them ever adhered to rank and file jurisdictions. Mostly Melita fighting and Soh flailing. “So Flora was trying to defend her, I take it?”

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun