Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She was distracted partially from the topic now, gesturing down towards bushes, then over treelines and canopies, through the thick landscape of greenery and shadow alike. Melita should’ve known what Peter meant by the guns gone; frozen down in those ramparts, where they’d all been struck down by a dragon – eyes flickering over soil and brush, stepping lightly towards the sounds. “Oh? Well, you can send him my way if he’s interested again.”
But then it was only the crackle of song, matching pitch for pitch and harmony for harmony. She had difficulty in deciphering just where it was coming from, and Peter didn’t seem to know either – though she didn’t miss the sound of that damned blade once more. Her own tucked further into her palm, ready, willing, and able to strike.
And then Fangorn grumbled, and there was something bounding and leaping along a broad leaf. “Maybe a lizard?” Though she was sure she’d seen the sheen and shine of feathers – watched as its shadow crawled across the surface, before launching towards Peter.
But then it was only the crackle of song, matching pitch for pitch and harmony for harmony. She had difficulty in deciphering just where it was coming from, and Peter didn’t seem to know either – though she didn’t miss the sound of that damned blade once more. Her own tucked further into her palm, ready, willing, and able to strike.
And then Fangorn grumbled, and there was something bounding and leaping along a broad leaf. “Maybe a lizard?” Though she was sure she’d seen the sheen and shine of feathers – watched as its shadow crawled across the surface, before launching towards Peter.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
