Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Expectations were for incoming prey, and Hotaru wasn’t amongst that train of thought. So she only jumped mildly, fingers springing into action and then ceasing entirely, when she recognized the voice behind her. Twisting around to face the Valkyrie, the Honeybee unfurled a long breath, and then an easygoing grin, bow still drawn, but pointed downward. “Hey Ru,” not touching upon fragments or figments of prior conversations – simpler, easier, to not fade and diminish. Fangorn made a pleasant sort of grumble, and Sila strayed immediately back to the youth's shoulder, peering behind a curtain of red.
The question caused a brow to arch, and then fall back down. “Oh, yeah. I was trying to find a gore crow or swamp rat. Have you seen any around?” Melita figured she’d be pointed in the right direction, and then that would be it – unaware of the depths of Hotaru’s potential powers. "Are you out here for the festival?"
The question caused a brow to arch, and then fall back down. “Oh, yeah. I was trying to find a gore crow or swamp rat. Have you seen any around?” Melita figured she’d be pointed in the right direction, and then that would be it – unaware of the depths of Hotaru’s potential powers. "Are you out here for the festival?"
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
