Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Eternally an emboldened sort, there’d been enough stories circulating around Torchline to make the youth insistent on seeing particular things. Dangerous? Check. Maybe a threat to others? Check. Wanting to see it simply for the sake of saying you had? Check! Were these great, grand motivations? Probably not – but the honeybee had just the right amount of chaos, power, and impulsive designs to crave the potential.
“All right,” she turned to the assembled – one Accepted she’d never met but was willing to interact with because her friendly, outgoing nature insisted new friends were made even in the foreboding calamity, and Maeve. “The Ceffyl Dŵr is supposed to be around some mountain pools and waterfalls,” she read off her notes, looking back and forth at them from her parchment – the morning sun not quite glimpsing through the jungle warren. They’d be able to set off without the heat of the day pressing in on them; although the youth had already tied back her long, wild locks. “Got all your weapons ready, just in case?” A bright, broad grin enveloped over her features, before she secured her own quiver, bow, and staff. “Let’s head off!”
And so she stuck along a trail, winding their way upon the path, Fangorn bumbling behind her.
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Come on in, secure your weapons (hope you brought some!) and we’ll go searching for stuff!
1.Lilliane
2.Maeve
“All right,” she turned to the assembled – one Accepted she’d never met but was willing to interact with because her friendly, outgoing nature insisted new friends were made even in the foreboding calamity, and Maeve. “The Ceffyl Dŵr is supposed to be around some mountain pools and waterfalls,” she read off her notes, looking back and forth at them from her parchment – the morning sun not quite glimpsing through the jungle warren. They’d be able to set off without the heat of the day pressing in on them; although the youth had already tied back her long, wild locks. “Got all your weapons ready, just in case?” A bright, broad grin enveloped over her features, before she secured her own quiver, bow, and staff. “Let’s head off!”
And so she stuck along a trail, winding their way upon the path, Fangorn bumbling behind her.
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Come on in, secure your weapons (hope you brought some!) and we’ll go searching for stuff!
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2.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
