Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Had Melita introduced herself? Or had she gone in, full tilt, without the sense of manners? Probably the latter, and so she laughed in spite of it all, committing the other Accepted’s name to memory. “I’m Melita!” And then they were back to scuttling their way through branches, bramble, and mist, following after Aidon’s wings and tail tips.
The mischief, and the goading, was enough to spur her into further action. Was she easy to rile, invoke, and incite? Absolutely. Did it mean she would do something stupid? Probably. The length of her Cheshire grin unraveled into devilish proportions, and without further delay, she whipped her long legs into multitudes of frenetic display, jumping and launching over pathways, using her staff to brandish and break through some of the undergrowth. Poor Fangorn was left to bumble around and roll his eyes.
Even with their speed though, it’d beLilliane who’d see the latest glimpse of the animal – coasting in mid-air, before diving headlong into the lake. Maybe it’d been alerted by the noises they made, or the excitement in the vestiges. Maybe it was poor luck. Maybe that was going to happen all along.
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Well, now what will you do?
The mischief, and the goading, was enough to spur her into further action. Was she easy to rile, invoke, and incite? Absolutely. Did it mean she would do something stupid? Probably. The length of her Cheshire grin unraveled into devilish proportions, and without further delay, she whipped her long legs into multitudes of frenetic display, jumping and launching over pathways, using her staff to brandish and break through some of the undergrowth. Poor Fangorn was left to bumble around and roll his eyes.
Even with their speed though, it’d be
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Well, now what will you do?
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
