Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Content with survival, the young, stalwart Honeybee had taken to haggling along the market for meat and spices, figuring she could take some proportions to the festival later. But for now, it’d be a lovely thing to place along her tastebuds and fill her stomach, and it didn’t take long to parse through an array of delicacies through kiosks and market squares.
By the time she’d completed her miniature quest, the tide had rolled in softly and surely, and taking hold of one of the bonfire pits not being used, trusting Fangorn to guard the array of packages lined up along rocky sitting places, she’d snagged a few more pieces of wood. “All right Sila, you’re up!” The dragon had been working on her incantations, and unfurling her wings to gain a greater vantage point, unleashed an adorable barrage of embers and sparks from her mouth. Enough to ignite the kindling, at least. “Beautiful,” Melita cooed, and then began setting up the meat along the metal pole. “It’ll be ready in no time,” was an echoing promise to each carnivorous companion.
By the time she’d completed her miniature quest, the tide had rolled in softly and surely, and taking hold of one of the bonfire pits not being used, trusting Fangorn to guard the array of packages lined up along rocky sitting places, she’d snagged a few more pieces of wood. “All right Sila, you’re up!” The dragon had been working on her incantations, and unfurling her wings to gain a greater vantage point, unleashed an adorable barrage of embers and sparks from her mouth. Enough to ignite the kindling, at least. “Beautiful,” Melita cooed, and then began setting up the meat along the metal pole. “It’ll be ready in no time,” was an echoing promise to each carnivorous companion.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
