Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Sila rounded back behind Spice, either trying to evade the ice spray or to watch it, before unfurling more of her flames upwards, so the embers spilled out in glowing waves of fire and brimstone, before echoing another trill. Melita’s notions for hauntings seemed to galvanize something though, and she arched her brows in ploy for mischief that never vacated her existence. “Fuck yeah, see. It’d be a nice way to get rid of people too. Or bother people living there with you.” Her cheeky grin persisted, very pleased by the very ideas of spirits multiplying and wreaking havoc around one individual until they screamed or fled.
And Flora, rather than getting offended at the thought of her husband being bullied, seemed all for it. Melita would take it as a sign of approval and bear another dimpled smile that told of immense and future tyranny, humming a little under her breath as some thoughts cropped up.
But the semblances of seriousness about demigod magic between Ronin and Remi didn’t surprise her. They’d had to uphold so much for so long; it wouldn’t have been worth it to them for some of the fragments both Honeybee and Hot Take held. “Oh, you’re probably right. But some take the weight on to a whole new meaning. I think as long as I’m upholding what my herald asked me to do, then I’m set.” And could do whatever she wanted. Whether or not Flora ascribed to the same philosophy, time would tell. “And of course, none of that is serious for Ludo,” she winked. What Safrin might visualize could be entirely different.
Replayed highlights made her smile go Cheshire, then her eyes narrowed slightly as she realized she’d have to pick apart which memories – knowing herself and Iskra. “Did Kaisel show you his dream that way?” Or maybe she just received an epic and embellished retelling.
And Flora, rather than getting offended at the thought of her husband being bullied, seemed all for it. Melita would take it as a sign of approval and bear another dimpled smile that told of immense and future tyranny, humming a little under her breath as some thoughts cropped up.
But the semblances of seriousness about demigod magic between Ronin and Remi didn’t surprise her. They’d had to uphold so much for so long; it wouldn’t have been worth it to them for some of the fragments both Honeybee and Hot Take held. “Oh, you’re probably right. But some take the weight on to a whole new meaning. I think as long as I’m upholding what my herald asked me to do, then I’m set.” And could do whatever she wanted. Whether or not Flora ascribed to the same philosophy, time would tell. “And of course, none of that is serious for Ludo,” she winked. What Safrin might visualize could be entirely different.
Replayed highlights made her smile go Cheshire, then her eyes narrowed slightly as she realized she’d have to pick apart which memories – knowing herself and Iskra. “Did Kaisel show you his dream that way?” Or maybe she just received an epic and embellished retelling.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
