Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
With Mort’s assurance that Vi hadn’t been bothered, nor that this was a visit cloaked in potential punishments, the Honeybee grew a little relieved – a long breath extending from her lungs. It was short-lived, however, once the rest of the motions came into play. Ludo and its independence, and suddenly, its disappearance. Her first thought was of childish rebellion, mostly because that was how her seditious side worked, but the other, fiercely protective and loyal, made her jaw clench and her brows furrow.
Because, truly, where else would Ludo be? Was it not heeding Mort for a certain reason, or that it couldn’t? Was it related to the shifty dreams within the Peepholes, or wholly disconnected, strange things occurring all at once and for varying different reasons?
As much as her notions went back and forth, Mort’s solemn gaze gave her a lurch, and she proceeded on a singular train of motions and notions. “Is there something I can do? Do you want me to search somewhere?”
Because, truly, where else would Ludo be? Was it not heeding Mort for a certain reason, or that it couldn’t? Was it related to the shifty dreams within the Peepholes, or wholly disconnected, strange things occurring all at once and for varying different reasons?
As much as her notions went back and forth, Mort’s solemn gaze gave her a lurch, and she proceeded on a singular train of motions and notions. “Is there something I can do? Do you want me to search somewhere?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
