Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
They’re not known to take to the sea during Deepfrost. The season was usually an interval for bonfires, gatherings, stupidity, and general drunkenness. So the fact that Jack was aiming for the Ark to set sail, at night, was enough to garner Melita’s suspicion and curiosity.
She wandered up the gangplanks with little preamble, Fangorn tucked in her arms. The casual tilt of her head only revealed her inquiry, though the Captain would likely be able to sense the ongoing questions circumventing through her brain. Not that the honeybee would permit it to remain solely in her mind; extending the notions towards Jack within a moment. “What’s all this about then?” A mild tone, a sort of wondering, wandering, laughter, as she continued clambering aboard, taking her usual spot along the deck, nearest the cannons. Once settled, and talking in jovial spirits with the rest of the crew, she opted for another query. "Where are we headed, Captain?"
She wandered up the gangplanks with little preamble, Fangorn tucked in her arms. The casual tilt of her head only revealed her inquiry, though the Captain would likely be able to sense the ongoing questions circumventing through her brain. Not that the honeybee would permit it to remain solely in her mind; extending the notions towards Jack within a moment. “What’s all this about then?” A mild tone, a sort of wondering, wandering, laughter, as she continued clambering aboard, taking her usual spot along the deck, nearest the cannons. Once settled, and talking in jovial spirits with the rest of the crew, she opted for another query. "Where are we headed, Captain?"
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
