Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita let out a long, long sigh as she crouched down to pick up another bottle, remainders and reminders of LongNight’s bonfire and dolphin escapades, which seemed like lifetimes ago now. Of course, it wasn’t so much the notion of grabbing at the empty refuse, so much as the culmination of events spiraling around her lately. “So, I did talk to Safrin. If it weren’t for Ronin, I’d probably be cursed,” she offered haphazardly to Flora, talking with her hands, mind already conjuring a gift basket full of alcohol for the White Knight and some other goodies tucked within. “But she said Ludo’s probably in the jungle. I’ll send another letter out to all the leaders again, but I wanted to tell you first.”
Dusting her palms together, she narrowed her eyes, glancing over the horizon and the sea, tucking a shudder from the cooler breeze into her garments, trying to remember everything else. “Something about the DreamWalker too. Do you remember anything about that?” It’d been years ago, and those involved gone or slain.
Dusting her palms together, she narrowed her eyes, glancing over the horizon and the sea, tucking a shudder from the cooler breeze into her garments, trying to remember everything else. “Something about the DreamWalker too. Do you remember anything about that?” It’d been years ago, and those involved gone or slain.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
