Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita didn’t have much to say – her eyes roaming back and forth between the cast of characters present, pondering over what all these shifting roles meant. That Maeve was here and not Aurelia was something else to consider (wouldn’t she be the most familiar with the whole lot of them?), furrowing her brows vaguely, taking her drink in hand and sipping quietly. But for the moment, she had no intentions of leaving either the ship or the Smuggler’s Guild – announcing it with her usual spark of pride. “Staying with the Ark.” The inquiry within her mind, as to where they’d be going next, stayed put for now, waiting for some other proportions or declarations to be made.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
