Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Every intention had been to snag a quick snack for Iskra, herself, and their band of animals and companions, then hasten back towards where they were meeting. The Honeybee hadn’t anticipated the absolute gaggle of people in line though, and more than once she peered over shoulders with a narrowed brow and huff of impatience, trying to see what the holdup had been.
Maybe there was some new food or drink? She’d already asked a few around her, but they were just as confused, all of them shrugging their shoulders and glancing at her warily (it wasn’t like she’d try something on them, yeesh). Eventually though, she could make her way through the crowd and place the order. Now all she had to do was hover around and drum her fingers on the counter, eyes flickering in various directions, mind half-occupied by a hangry haze threatening to descend, and the other upon things she needed to do once the eternal evening ended.
Maybe there was some new food or drink? She’d already asked a few around her, but they were just as confused, all of them shrugging their shoulders and glancing at her warily (it wasn’t like she’d try something on them, yeesh). Eventually though, she could make her way through the crowd and place the order. Now all she had to do was hover around and drum her fingers on the counter, eyes flickering in various directions, mind half-occupied by a hangry haze threatening to descend, and the other upon things she needed to do once the eternal evening ended.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
