it's time to take some action, boys

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Ignorant to the drama-fest going on outside, the increase in smoke made her pursuit all the more difficult. Coughing, hacking, despite the shroud over her features, the youth dove down along the floorboards, presuming the kittens, and likely Haai, would be scrambling for some semblance of a refuge. “Come on friends, I can get you out,” she called over the fumes, restlessly clambering along her hands and knees, grabbing for anything that felt remotely fur-like. “Haai,” was a segment too – and perhaps they’d all be nestled together.

So it’s a god damned miracle, really, when the griffin found her fingers, and there were kittens within the threshold, and she bundled them all tightly in the folds of her fabric and dress. At least one mission accomplished, amongst the horde of antics and flames.

Now, how to leave -

Fangorn, bless his vampire gourd heart, rumbled from the window, permitting her to figure out an escape path, his vines snaking, reaching, the grumbles echoing past the conflagration. “Coming,” she hollered back, in between the hacks and wheezes, reaching for the sill, a hand outstretched, the animals collected in her arms.

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