Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita missed the wink, but certainly not all the other implications. And while her mouth remained hanging open, head down and into the wind, letting the world coast along underneath her, she grinned. Completely unbothered by the sentiments of Safrin, for she had no issue with the goddess (even if her chosen herald did), and she laughed into the void, watching constellations shine amongst skies and sails.
What a way to avoid ghost whales too.
Permitting one hand to incline along with the air, the youth turned her head back to the Captain – ignoring Maeve’s antics, and smiling warmly at Raza, if only to ease the tension. “Will we be flying to the stars then?” Or was it a joyride - experimental and carefree?
What a way to avoid ghost whales too.
Permitting one hand to incline along with the air, the youth turned her head back to the Captain – ignoring Maeve’s antics, and smiling warmly at Raza, if only to ease the tension. “Will we be flying to the stars then?” Or was it a joyride - experimental and carefree?
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
