Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It wasn’t the first time Melita had suddenly lost consciousness. Most of the other occurrences had been due to her own fault (wild magic), and not the sudden impact of whatever else was looming within the Peepholes. For one moment, she was gliding along with the rest of the path-dwellers, and within the next, she’d fallen down to the forest floor, deep in slumber, looming through a dream.
Wholly unaware of her uncle striving to protect and shield, her senses were overwhelmed by the edges of the haze. In her dreamlike state, she narrowed her eyes, taking a chance, a glance, at the strange formation nearby. A deer? But then it didn’t seem to be…or maybe her mind was playing tricks on her…she sleepily reached for a weapon that wasn’t on her with fingers that were still from the outside, wondering if she could heave a stone or something. In the end, she stared into the midst and mist, grappling with what to do, before crouching down amongst brush and bushes, remembering what it was like to strive and survive in the unknown.
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Melita sleeps on and crouches down to watch whatever it is in her dream.
Wholly unaware of her uncle striving to protect and shield, her senses were overwhelmed by the edges of the haze. In her dreamlike state, she narrowed her eyes, taking a chance, a glance, at the strange formation nearby. A deer? But then it didn’t seem to be…or maybe her mind was playing tricks on her…she sleepily reached for a weapon that wasn’t on her with fingers that were still from the outside, wondering if she could heave a stone or something. In the end, she stared into the midst and mist, grappling with what to do, before crouching down amongst brush and bushes, remembering what it was like to strive and survive in the unknown.
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Melita sleeps on and crouches down to watch whatever it is in her dream.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
