Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Sila, delighted to have an aerial and dragon companion, blew a breath of hot flames as they whisked around the sky, bronze palette soaring upwards thereafter, as if to invite Spice into another elemental chase. Fangorn, given his own predilections towards the ground, did no such thing and ate another bottlecap – though he did set his sights on the falling pineapples nearby.
The Honeybee couldn’t help but laugh at Flora’s admission though, suddenly picturing a massive star-cat with celestial claws batting at anyone who bothered. “Very apt,” she giggled, tapping on her chin and placing it in the back of her mind, in case there were other moments where she’d have to stray into the goddess’s orbit.
Snatching at another bottle, then some pairs of paper cups strewn beside one another, she listened to the ambient potential of said antlers. “Listen, I get it – think of all the stuff we loot sometimes,” she had several artifacts – like monstrous bones and weird scales – that could probably be something more than resting in her house or sitting at the bottom of her bag. She handwaved the notions away, not thinking Flora had to be even remotely sheepish. At least she’d tried using it for something.
Her willingness to strive and see what could be done with them made Melita grin further – suddenly either surprised by the charitable means or just overwhelmed. “Thank you. And if not, then, we’ll figure something else out.” She was never without some semblance of means – though usually it was firepower. “And let me know if you need help with it.”
That she hadn’t even discussed things with Remi yet inspired a grimace to follow – she’d been so damned busy with everything else. “Gods, I remember. I should talk to him. How do you guys do this shit all the time?” Between goals and quests and responsibilities and all kinds of other things clambering around a leader’s shoulders.
Chucking another container into her bag, her head tilted when it came to the dream sand iterations. “Oh? See I wasn’t sure what to do with it, or what it would show…”Danta mentioned pocket sand though. Her brows furrowed, fixed on a granule of sand before moving on. “Was it anything specific or just a bizarre dream?”
The Honeybee couldn’t help but laugh at Flora’s admission though, suddenly picturing a massive star-cat with celestial claws batting at anyone who bothered. “Very apt,” she giggled, tapping on her chin and placing it in the back of her mind, in case there were other moments where she’d have to stray into the goddess’s orbit.
Snatching at another bottle, then some pairs of paper cups strewn beside one another, she listened to the ambient potential of said antlers. “Listen, I get it – think of all the stuff we loot sometimes,” she had several artifacts – like monstrous bones and weird scales – that could probably be something more than resting in her house or sitting at the bottom of her bag. She handwaved the notions away, not thinking Flora had to be even remotely sheepish. At least she’d tried using it for something.
Her willingness to strive and see what could be done with them made Melita grin further – suddenly either surprised by the charitable means or just overwhelmed. “Thank you. And if not, then, we’ll figure something else out.” She was never without some semblance of means – though usually it was firepower. “And let me know if you need help with it.”
That she hadn’t even discussed things with Remi yet inspired a grimace to follow – she’d been so damned busy with everything else. “Gods, I remember. I should talk to him. How do you guys do this shit all the time?” Between goals and quests and responsibilities and all kinds of other things clambering around a leader’s shoulders.
Chucking another container into her bag, her head tilted when it came to the dream sand iterations. “Oh? See I wasn’t sure what to do with it, or what it would show…”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
