Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita, ever taken up with the thoughts of instruction, paced around Lilliane again, inspecting the way she held herself before any launches of assaults or sieges. “This is fine,” and she tapped lightly on the other girl’s hands. “But you want to be more grounded in your feet, so when someone comes to pummel you,” and here she smirked, because it might have been a subtle, conniving promise of what was to come, “you don’t go immediately into the rocks.”
She came back to stand in front of her once more, demonstrating the way she positioned her legs and feet – muscles surging towards the earth, a strength drawn downward. Presuming the fellow Outlander would fix her position, the spitfire carried on in her pursuits. “What would you do if someone came at you like this?” A chance for defense, for arms, for something with the newfound weaponry in her hands, as Melita did just as she said.
With not much power behind it (the youth could fight fair some days), she swung her staff towards Lilliane’s knees, waiting to see the following actions.
She came back to stand in front of her once more, demonstrating the way she positioned her legs and feet – muscles surging towards the earth, a strength drawn downward. Presuming the fellow Outlander would fix her position, the spitfire carried on in her pursuits. “What would you do if someone came at you like this?” A chance for defense, for arms, for something with the newfound weaponry in her hands, as Melita did just as she said.
With not much power behind it (the youth could fight fair some days), she swung her staff towards Lilliane’s knees, waiting to see the following actions.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
