Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She could hear the click of something else – and it made her unfurl, unravel a little further, at the threats, at the notion, at the semblance of becoming caustic, seditious, unruly, in this unknown scape. “Yes,” she hissed (no - but she’d done it to enough monsters and demons that it wouldn’t be difficult; she knew where to cut). How much would it take? How quick could she be? Was this a true test of her skills – over all the other disasters she’d wandered within?
But then he seemed to relax, and her teeth were still bared, Fangorn growling at her feet. The dagger remained held tightly in her hand, ready, willing, able, as he shrugged in the depths of the shadows and she could see the slightest movement of his shoulder. “Well, I didn’t.” A wrinkle to her nose, much like a snarl, but she was less prone to swiping out at his flesh. “I’m okay. I’m not lost.” She'd simply stepped out into ferns and warrens, distracted, deterred, calm before he'd arrived. “Are you?” Lost? In need of assistance? The bizarre encounter keep her poised with a wild, irreverent composition, a feral, savage thing, born from fire, prone to infernos in a single instant.
But then he seemed to relax, and her teeth were still bared, Fangorn growling at her feet. The dagger remained held tightly in her hand, ready, willing, able, as he shrugged in the depths of the shadows and she could see the slightest movement of his shoulder. “Well, I didn’t.” A wrinkle to her nose, much like a snarl, but she was less prone to swiping out at his flesh. “I’m okay. I’m not lost.” She'd simply stepped out into ferns and warrens, distracted, deterred, calm before he'd arrived. “Are you?” Lost? In need of assistance? The bizarre encounter keep her poised with a wild, irreverent composition, a feral, savage thing, born from fire, prone to infernos in a single instant.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
