Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The ice caused Sila to screech and shriek in amusement, rather than any sign of danger, and she climbed higher in the sky, unfurling another bright streak of fire poised towards nothing in particular, before doing a fun twirl and aerial spin. Showing off, essentially, as the vampire gourd glutton feasted on the pineapples, unbothered as they burnt all the way down his short throat.
Melita was shaking her head at both companions, but afforded them their amusements, shielding her eyes from the sun as she thought over Flora’s inquiry. “That would make sense. I mean, they should know out of everyone, right?” Her mind also went to the variety of things she’d collected over the years, but simply hadn’t had the time, urgency, or dedication to utilize and change to something pragmatic in her arsenal. “Maybe they can hold an Inspect Your Loot Day.” With that thought, she brightened up considerably, humming a little under her breath and tossing a few random bits of confetti (oops) into her bag of garbage.
Which promptly ceased at Flora’s retinue and litany of colossal shitstorms of the past. Grimacing despite the Queen’s dry smile, she handwaved it all. “Fair enough.”
Dream sand was more compelling, at least in terms of curiosity and not prognosticating on how barely one held responsibility, and her head tilted, listening to the way it had all unraveled. Just opening the bag seemed to conduct bizarre interminglings of mind and matter, and Melita wasn’t sure if she was ready for another acid trip through her own brain. “Yeah see…the Peepholes one was weird enough. Perhaps I'll use it if I find someone to torture or something.”
Melita was shaking her head at both companions, but afforded them their amusements, shielding her eyes from the sun as she thought over Flora’s inquiry. “That would make sense. I mean, they should know out of everyone, right?” Her mind also went to the variety of things she’d collected over the years, but simply hadn’t had the time, urgency, or dedication to utilize and change to something pragmatic in her arsenal. “Maybe they can hold an Inspect Your Loot Day.” With that thought, she brightened up considerably, humming a little under her breath and tossing a few random bits of confetti (oops) into her bag of garbage.
Which promptly ceased at Flora’s retinue and litany of colossal shitstorms of the past. Grimacing despite the Queen’s dry smile, she handwaved it all. “Fair enough.”
Dream sand was more compelling, at least in terms of curiosity and not prognosticating on how barely one held responsibility, and her head tilted, listening to the way it had all unraveled. Just opening the bag seemed to conduct bizarre interminglings of mind and matter, and Melita wasn’t sure if she was ready for another acid trip through her own brain. “Yeah see…the Peepholes one was weird enough. Perhaps I'll use it if I find someone to torture or something.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
