Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Her mind began a mental catalog of potential Ludo dominions – figuring Halo was likely out, before Mort gave a more precise measure and potential direction. Her brows furrowed, perhaps either disappointed or dismayed she personally couldn’t do more in that interim, and she’d have to call in for further assistance. From Safrin of all worried her somewhat; though the Big God seemed to have already thought of that, given his following statement. “I can do that,” she assured with a nod just the same; motions already forming over short discussions with Flora, potentially, given her new status, and maybe something they might be able to accomplish before LongNight ensured far more silence and enigmas.
Then her gaze went to the shape of shells, to the modest formation of the strange dream she’d had. “Could…there be a connection between Ludo and the things that happened in the Peepholes?”
Then her gaze went to the shape of shells, to the modest formation of the strange dream she’d had. “Could…there be a connection between Ludo and the things that happened in the Peepholes?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
