Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Distracted by the shiny filaments Arialla managed to find, Melita sauntered over to inspect, a few more pieces of wood in her arms. “That still looks lovely. If you find some glass here, I bet it can be replaced.” Everything else seemed to be in a fine, working condition, including the pearlescent shades and hues measured into the gold. “Safrin would enjoy that.” A sunshine smile to flicker and follow, before her eyes went to Milo; not certain if he should be anywhere near dangerous things. “Do you want to try and sort through the salvageable things? We don’t have too much left.” Her eyes went to the rest of the shoreline, where a few more objects were scattered, only a few still shifting themselves onto the sand. “I’m sure you can figure out which are truly valuable.” She winked, and then carried on, dropping off the wood into the designated pile.
Arialla would find her long piece of wood rotten and broken in the middle, and not worth the thought of replenishing anything. Into the debris pile it should’ve gone; so they could hasten a little bit further, and soon be done.
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One more round to go!
Maybe some glass can be found for Arialla’s mirror?
Arialla and Melita continue to build their piles. Milo is free to inspect the salvageable pile for things that can be refurbished and recycled.
Arialla would find her long piece of wood rotten and broken in the middle, and not worth the thought of replenishing anything. Into the debris pile it should’ve gone; so they could hasten a little bit further, and soon be done.
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One more round to go!
Maybe some glass can be found for Arialla’s mirror?
Arialla and Melita continue to build their piles. Milo is free to inspect the salvageable pile for things that can be refurbished and recycled.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
