Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita gave an offhand shrug that indicated a silent ‘not my problem’ gesture. “Good for you,” and she handwaved him off, continuing onward, hand clutching her staff, the bag over her shoulder remaining tucked safely beside her quiver. Fangorn bobbled, rolled, and grumbled after her, offering another coaxing of vines to the dragon, before they were all on their way again.
As for how he’d been duped, the honeybee gave another laugh. If it reverberated against crag and lava, so be it. “Torchline markets are notorious for that. They duped you.” With a wry grin tossed back over her shoulder towards him, all mischief and sedition, she turned down a particular path, picking her way through the void with natural endeavors and indifference – clearly used to magma and craters and the general state of disarray and bedlam around them.
At the mentioning of Tanau, her brow furrowed, and she shook her head. “No. But I was there when all the lilies were placed, and he had to be helped through the falls.” And when a leviathan just popped out of nowhere – a customary condition around Caido.
As for how he’d been duped, the honeybee gave another laugh. If it reverberated against crag and lava, so be it. “Torchline markets are notorious for that. They duped you.” With a wry grin tossed back over her shoulder towards him, all mischief and sedition, she turned down a particular path, picking her way through the void with natural endeavors and indifference – clearly used to magma and craters and the general state of disarray and bedlam around them.
At the mentioning of Tanau, her brow furrowed, and she shook her head. “No. But I was there when all the lilies were placed, and he had to be helped through the falls.” And when a leviathan just popped out of nowhere – a customary condition around Caido.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
