Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The tasks configured, the people rendered, the details delivered, Melita granted a firm nod towards Saiden, and she, along with Fangorn, motioned along towards the beach. Having grown up in a desert, and then an entire hellhole, the honeybee wasn’t certain what a groyne was either – and perhaps gesturing towards the wind, studying its turns and shifts, was the safer option. She caught glimpses of the cook’s gestures and intentions, and altered, composed herself towards the sea – intending for the wind to hit along her features somewhere, give some semblance, while she rifled through her bag. Some fabric had been left from her Ludo doll creation and contortions, and she lifted the spotted, dotted cloth high into the air, to watch and witness how, where, it billowed.
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Melita joins in checking the direction of the wind with some long fabric.
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Melita joins in checking the direction of the wind with some long fabric.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
