Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It became a series of chaotic movements – which, really, seemed to be on par with the rest of the situation overall. Lilliane’s shouting, and subsequent maneuver downward, didn’t save her from getting pummeled by the wave – as it rose over the top of her, immediately soaking her to the bone.
And had it not been for Maeve, Aidon, and Melita’s actions, she almost certainly would’ve been the intended victim.
The water horse rose from nearby, only a head brushing from the surface of the water, when Maeve’s whip came cracking and flashing. And the dragon fire ignited. And then Melita’s bow was drawn in an electrifying, dazzling, snapping display.
Which was suffice to say, it was a bit too much for the predator. Knowing when it was outmatched, at least for this round, it gave a loud, raucous snort, before disappearing altogether. Maybe into vapor. Perhaps into the lake.
Melita took a few seconds to breathe, blink, and wonder just what the fuck happened. “Holy shit,” came on a whisper, and then streamlined into a laugh. “Well, we certainly saw it.” Eventually, she made her way back to shore, easing a sigh of relief. “I’d say that was enough for one day. And we’ll have a story to tell when we get home! Everyone all right?” Still jovial despite the haphazard mess, she ignored any shaking of her hands, helping Lilliane if she needed steadying. After another few moments, in between some other bouts of astounded giggles, she shook her head, relenting away from the chaos for now. “Let’s head back.”
And they could do exactly that.
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Lilliane, Maeve, Aidon, and Melita have scared off the water horse and lived to see another day. This concludes the PQ! Thank you!
{FIN}
And had it not been for Maeve, Aidon, and Melita’s actions, she almost certainly would’ve been the intended victim.
The water horse rose from nearby, only a head brushing from the surface of the water, when Maeve’s whip came cracking and flashing. And the dragon fire ignited. And then Melita’s bow was drawn in an electrifying, dazzling, snapping display.
Which was suffice to say, it was a bit too much for the predator. Knowing when it was outmatched, at least for this round, it gave a loud, raucous snort, before disappearing altogether. Maybe into vapor. Perhaps into the lake.
Melita took a few seconds to breathe, blink, and wonder just what the fuck happened. “Holy shit,” came on a whisper, and then streamlined into a laugh. “Well, we certainly saw it.” Eventually, she made her way back to shore, easing a sigh of relief. “I’d say that was enough for one day. And we’ll have a story to tell when we get home! Everyone all right?” Still jovial despite the haphazard mess, she ignored any shaking of her hands, helping Lilliane if she needed steadying. After another few moments, in between some other bouts of astounded giggles, she shook her head, relenting away from the chaos for now. “Let’s head back.”
And they could do exactly that.
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Lilliane, Maeve, Aidon, and Melita have scared off the water horse and lived to see another day. This concludes the PQ! Thank you!
{FIN}
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
