Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
In between helping with the Ark, ensuring the house along the rocks was safe and secure, and her quest for the upcoming dragon, there’d only been bits and pieces of time where she could fit in her usual training. This opportunity came at dawn, where the light pierced in an elegant gold and blue, before the heat of the day rushed in its effervescent plumes and streaks amongst Torchline. She yawned once or twice as she led Fangorn upon paths she knew by heart, rhythms and beats beneath her bare feet, the twist and turn of sand melding into calloused angles. “What should it be today?” An inquiry lobbed towards the pumpkin behind her, listening as he grumbled something mildly incoherent.
Considering the wares and armaments loaded in her bag, or along her person, she nodded as if understanding him perfectly. “Staff it is.” Even if it was just her out here, she could practice balancing upon the rocks, or find something to hit with enough fury to get her by.
Eventually, they came upon her favored stone – flattened by the archaic reach of the sea. Laying her bag down along the dunes, and with Fangorn a capable guard, she hoisted up one of her favorites, snatching at the staff from Ludo with regular aplomb, hand resting in a comfortable position, and she began going through the motions of her warm-ups – tossing it back and forth, twirling it this way and that, chaotic and wild.
Considering the wares and armaments loaded in her bag, or along her person, she nodded as if understanding him perfectly. “Staff it is.” Even if it was just her out here, she could practice balancing upon the rocks, or find something to hit with enough fury to get her by.
Eventually, they came upon her favored stone – flattened by the archaic reach of the sea. Laying her bag down along the dunes, and with Fangorn a capable guard, she hoisted up one of her favorites, snatching at the staff from Ludo with regular aplomb, hand resting in a comfortable position, and she began going through the motions of her warm-ups – tossing it back and forth, twirling it this way and that, chaotic and wild.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
