Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
And Aurelia.
What a meteoric rise for her friends. Melita wasn’t quite sure how to pinpoint her reaction, surprise had lasted for as long as it could hold, and the angles, the namesakes (Queen just reminded her of Zariah and sent some bitterness down the length of her spine), and everything nestled in between. She could fathom a herald’s command; but something still twisted and turned in her backbone. Unsettled.
The credit to her uncle made her arch a brow, notching another arrow, fingers flickering over the feathers lined up at the ends, tongue running behind her teeth to muffle something else. “What sort of plans?”
Fangorn and Aidon keeping to themselves, there were only the targets and dominions left to bombard. And Melita was ready to relish it, to laden her rancor and hostility and acrimony straight into the wake with every mighty pull and tug. Her eyes watched Maeve’s sink into mock-shoulder blades, and then she turned, twisted, to the farthest target.
It sailed through the air with all the force of her layered vitriol, ravaging hard and fast into a wooden eye-socket.
Only then did she offer more attention to the Queen. “What did Safrin give you?”
What a meteoric rise for her friends. Melita wasn’t quite sure how to pinpoint her reaction, surprise had lasted for as long as it could hold, and the angles, the namesakes (Queen just reminded her of Zariah and sent some bitterness down the length of her spine), and everything nestled in between. She could fathom a herald’s command; but something still twisted and turned in her backbone. Unsettled.
The credit to her uncle made her arch a brow, notching another arrow, fingers flickering over the feathers lined up at the ends, tongue running behind her teeth to muffle something else. “What sort of plans?”
Fangorn and Aidon keeping to themselves, there were only the targets and dominions left to bombard. And Melita was ready to relish it, to laden her rancor and hostility and acrimony straight into the wake with every mighty pull and tug. Her eyes watched Maeve’s sink into mock-shoulder blades, and then she turned, twisted, to the farthest target.
It sailed through the air with all the force of her layered vitriol, ravaging hard and fast into a wooden eye-socket.
Only then did she offer more attention to the Queen. “What did Safrin give you?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
