Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Okay!” Bright and incandescent, simply willing to do something besides bide her time before the notions carved against her. She’d never dreaded going home before; so eerily uncertain of what she’d find. Of being utterly useless again. Here, she could provide and preside in action, and the apprehension might melt away in the sun, in working until her fingers stopped trembling.
The acceptance was enough, and she easily slid towards the cart, placing the refuse she’d already grabbed within – sneakily glancing at what was already contained – before peering over the edges and back at the stranger. Was crimson hair a common theme here? Because it represented fire, cinders, burning everything down around them? Or was it symbolic of warmth, the heat from the world? Both, or none at all? She couldn’t say. She wasn’t certain of anything more than her own properties, the inferno churning within.
Her gilded eyes swept back over him as he managed a name: Milo. Fangorn stood nearby and merely, openly stared. “I’m Melita.” Her smile was gracious and vivid, before scattering back to the rim of the Rainbow Road’s expanse, crouching lightly to snag at a piece of wood drifting upon the embankment.
The acceptance was enough, and she easily slid towards the cart, placing the refuse she’d already grabbed within – sneakily glancing at what was already contained – before peering over the edges and back at the stranger. Was crimson hair a common theme here? Because it represented fire, cinders, burning everything down around them? Or was it symbolic of warmth, the heat from the world? Both, or none at all? She couldn’t say. She wasn’t certain of anything more than her own properties, the inferno churning within.
Her gilded eyes swept back over him as he managed a name: Milo. Fangorn stood nearby and merely, openly stared. “I’m Melita.” Her smile was gracious and vivid, before scattering back to the rim of the Rainbow Road’s expanse, crouching lightly to snag at a piece of wood drifting upon the embankment.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
