Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Fangorn hustled ahead, snagging at other garbage and cramming it into his mouth when Melita wasn’t looking. Sila hooted for Spice, perhaps to play amongst the cooler air and not amidst driftwood. At Flora’s advice though, Melita let out a long breath through puffed cheeks, as anyone who’d ever met her would know that tact wasn’t one of her characteristics. “I noticed…after I put my foot in my mouth a couple times.” And when Ronin was busy trying to diminish the flames she’d started. “I always avoided her because of my uncle, so,” letting that notion amble around, she picked at another bottle, this one defined by jagged edges and broken bits, placing it with considerable more care than previous intervals.
At the question, she nodded, nose wrinkling, wondering if they’d been in the midst of it and simply hadn’t noticed. “Yeah. I think it has something to do with all that weird dream shit we had. Maybe the thing in the dream was the DreamWalker. Or another variant.” Given that it’d supposedly been slain. She wouldn’t be surprised if things came rising from the dead though; plenty of others, herself and Flora included, had done so with Ronin’s influence. “I don’t think anyone else involved with it is around anymore though,” so the questions would die and fade, unless Hadama had given her explicit information surrounding the thing.
She perked up at Flora’s addition though, eyes widening and hands pausing long enough for her to take in the full pledge of information. “Oh! Safrin had mentioned that too. Said they might be useful if we wanted to go digging through nightmares.” That it’d been décor in Flora’s house all along made her laugh though, shaking her head at important artifacts just rendered around a home. “I think after I talk to Mort again, maybe I’ll do just that.” Depending, perhaps, on what the Big God advised, or…the usual Melita flair of bounding in with boldness and determination, but not much else.
At the question, she nodded, nose wrinkling, wondering if they’d been in the midst of it and simply hadn’t noticed. “Yeah. I think it has something to do with all that weird dream shit we had. Maybe the thing in the dream was the DreamWalker. Or another variant.” Given that it’d supposedly been slain. She wouldn’t be surprised if things came rising from the dead though; plenty of others, herself and Flora included, had done so with Ronin’s influence. “I don’t think anyone else involved with it is around anymore though,” so the questions would die and fade, unless Hadama had given her explicit information surrounding the thing.
She perked up at Flora’s addition though, eyes widening and hands pausing long enough for her to take in the full pledge of information. “Oh! Safrin had mentioned that too. Said they might be useful if we wanted to go digging through nightmares.” That it’d been décor in Flora’s house all along made her laugh though, shaking her head at important artifacts just rendered around a home. “I think after I talk to Mort again, maybe I’ll do just that.” Depending, perhaps, on what the Big God advised, or…the usual Melita flair of bounding in with boldness and determination, but not much else.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
