Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She quirked a grin at the question, glancing around surreptitiously before her eyes turned back to his with her usual air of mischief. “If you promise to bully them. Or bring something back.” She was about ready to go to the next table and steal someone’s fries off their plate. To hear of his twins had her head tilting, not bothering to hide the snort at his description of said ruffians. “I’d like to meet these wayward souls.” If only to continue encouraging ridiculous behavior. “And if Kai does, I’m sure he’ll make the most of it.” Garnering sympathy from Flora, before being hoisted into the healing fountain to deter any of the whining.
Jokes aside, and pouting as his cocktails arrived (where the fuck were hers?), any hope of more information seemed lost, and there was more she had to offer on those semblances. “Oh, the Peepholes. I had a strange dream in there. I didn’t hear about the desert stuff though. What happened?” Watching as several ahead of her got there orders (there was some hope yet curling through her loudly, roaring stomach), she sighed once more. “I asked about any connections between Ludo and the Oerwoud stuff, but Mort said to potentially take it up with the Rae demi, but that we might not get anywhere there either.”
His sudden offer took her by surprise, stare widening, features twisting into slight shock – though perhaps she shouldn’t have been. That was who Ronin was. She just didn’t want him to be making sacrifices or drawing hard lines for her sake. “Only if you want,” given how many perilous situations the goddess had put him through, she could understand why he wouldn’t want to join. She was prepared, at least physically, to withstand her disdain, and give him an escape path. “Mort figured she always kept tabs on Ludo, so she might know where it is well before the rest of us.”
Jokes aside, and pouting as his cocktails arrived (where the fuck were hers?), any hope of more information seemed lost, and there was more she had to offer on those semblances. “Oh, the Peepholes. I had a strange dream in there. I didn’t hear about the desert stuff though. What happened?” Watching as several ahead of her got there orders (there was some hope yet curling through her loudly, roaring stomach), she sighed once more. “I asked about any connections between Ludo and the Oerwoud stuff, but Mort said to potentially take it up with the Rae demi, but that we might not get anywhere there either.”
His sudden offer took her by surprise, stare widening, features twisting into slight shock – though perhaps she shouldn’t have been. That was who Ronin was. She just didn’t want him to be making sacrifices or drawing hard lines for her sake. “Only if you want,” given how many perilous situations the goddess had put him through, she could understand why he wouldn’t want to join. She was prepared, at least physically, to withstand her disdain, and give him an escape path. “Mort figured she always kept tabs on Ludo, so she might know where it is well before the rest of us.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
