Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Curiosity had rarely failed Melita. Or so she’d claim, regardless of any negative outcomes. Throwing caution to the wind, her nimble legs and long strides had snagged along the beaches of the new island, intrigued, enticed, by the pale stone and ivory sands. Fangorn and Sila followed close behind, much more inclined to be vigilant and heedful, as their companion bounded in great leaps near the closest red fern.
“Neat! Look at this!” was an announcement to both dragon and vampire gourd as she crouched closer, tilting her head this way and that to inspect the plant. Snagging at a nearby stick, she meant to merely move it out of the way, or to see more emblazoned, crimson pigments along its stem, when it nearly seemed to snap at her.
And the tiny wooden piece, which crumbled like kindling, leaving only a short segment still left in her hands. “What the fuck,” was an uttered whisper, but rapt and fascinated all the same. Not even remotely surprised that this world had another kind of flora that fought back, she proceeded onward, with Fangorn and Sila grumbling their worries near her ankles and shoulders.
“Neat! Look at this!” was an announcement to both dragon and vampire gourd as she crouched closer, tilting her head this way and that to inspect the plant. Snagging at a nearby stick, she meant to merely move it out of the way, or to see more emblazoned, crimson pigments along its stem, when it nearly seemed to snap at her.
And the tiny wooden piece, which crumbled like kindling, leaving only a short segment still left in her hands. “What the fuck,” was an uttered whisper, but rapt and fascinated all the same. Not even remotely surprised that this world had another kind of flora that fought back, she proceeded onward, with Fangorn and Sila grumbling their worries near her ankles and shoulders.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
