[SE] bonfire cries and fireflies

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Discourse prompted and billowed around the section, and she listened, unbothered. Aurelia’s insight was understandable, and then Saiden’s too, especially after being awarded with the opportunity in the previous year. Though Melita would never see her portion of family again, save for Sunjata when someone eventually grew tired of him and tossed him into Mort’s realm, the mere happenstance and probability that she, or anyone else, could fueled her. Maybe it was simple and silly, maybe it drew out far too many other notions, but she wouldn’t cease with the lanterns. She wouldn’t stop trying.

She said no more, really, eyeing the shells and rocks adorned on the lantern, considering them again before frowning – not entirely Eloise’s aesthetic. More shine and shimmer to them then?

Fangorn, for his efforts, grumbled towards the sear cat again, draping his vines along the ground, and then maneuvering them, as if meant to entice it closer - to play and to be generally obnoxious.

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun