Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Seeing this as some sort of aerial competition, Sila screeched with aplomb and relish, finally in her element. She twisted in and amongst herself into somersault displays and tight twirls, glancing back at Spice in some little glinting challenge, before unfurling a scorch of fire from her mouth. Melita arched her brow and shook her head, but given the dragon’s relative shyness (at least, when it came to comparing the three of them), she was all the more pleased the companion wanted to show off.
Her attention returned to Flora at the mere mention of Safrin coming in on some kind of home inspection, glancing downward quickly the grimace that immediately came over her features. “I feel like she would just come in and judge,” she murmured on a snicker thereafter; imagining the goddess gliding through and sticking her nose up at certain displays.
That her idea had been a good one, rather than a haphazard, off-the-cuff, moment of impulse like most, she beamed a little. Maybe she did have other things up her sleeve besides chaos. “Ooh, and maybe we could y’know, off load weird, cursed shit to people.” And a return to normal.
Crouching to pick up a few scattered bottles and cans clearly tossed in between some rocks, she hummed a little, mental images flickering through over chucking strange, side effect items towards unsuspecting individuals while Flora offered her own concepts and perceptions over things to do with a bag of sand. Melita’s eyes rounded immediately at the thought – because if this wasn’t a perfect way to show the dichotomy of both Honeybee and Hot Take, perhaps this was it. She wouldn’t have given any credence towards using it for a date. Her cheeks colored, listening all the while, making mental notations in the back of her mind. “Gods, you come up with good stuff,” she admitted, huffing a little and placing her hands on her hips, as if the mere notions had been nowhere near any of Mel’s consternations and calculations. “And then we could fight monsters,” she snapped her fingers, as if everything came fumbling into place – picnics, waterfalls, demons behind said waterfalls…
Her attention returned to Flora at the mere mention of Safrin coming in on some kind of home inspection, glancing downward quickly the grimace that immediately came over her features. “I feel like she would just come in and judge,” she murmured on a snicker thereafter; imagining the goddess gliding through and sticking her nose up at certain displays.
That her idea had been a good one, rather than a haphazard, off-the-cuff, moment of impulse like most, she beamed a little. Maybe she did have other things up her sleeve besides chaos. “Ooh, and maybe we could y’know, off load weird, cursed shit to people.” And a return to normal.
Crouching to pick up a few scattered bottles and cans clearly tossed in between some rocks, she hummed a little, mental images flickering through over chucking strange, side effect items towards unsuspecting individuals while Flora offered her own concepts and perceptions over things to do with a bag of sand. Melita’s eyes rounded immediately at the thought – because if this wasn’t a perfect way to show the dichotomy of both Honeybee and Hot Take, perhaps this was it. She wouldn’t have given any credence towards using it for a date. Her cheeks colored, listening all the while, making mental notations in the back of her mind. “Gods, you come up with good stuff,” she admitted, huffing a little and placing her hands on her hips, as if the mere notions had been nowhere near any of Mel’s consternations and calculations. “And then we could fight monsters,” she snapped her fingers, as if everything came fumbling into place – picnics, waterfalls, demons behind said waterfalls…
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
