Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Fangorn’s warning and greetings to Boreal combined were enough to send Melita’s head upward, away from the malicious plants, turning, swiveling, to see Talyson approaching. She hid her inward groan well (kinda) in one of those half-hearted sighs. By happenstance, he must’ve managed to survive the war, and if the Honeybee was shocked she didn’t say so. Sila murmured something in her ear (probably a companion akin faction of ‘be nice’ that didn’t quite register in the youth’s mind).
Brushing the remnants of the stick, merely splinters now, out of her hands and onto the outer portions of her dress (already stained), she tried to conjure and counter the mish-mash of an inquiry. “Fine,” she murmured, because she was – ignorant that Nate had lived and perished all over again, not yet seeing if her other uncle had made it out of his refuge, and snaking her way through foreign islands simply out of habit. “You? What’re you doing out this way?”
Brushing the remnants of the stick, merely splinters now, out of her hands and onto the outer portions of her dress (already stained), she tried to conjure and counter the mish-mash of an inquiry. “Fine,” she murmured, because she was – ignorant that Nate had lived and perished all over again, not yet seeing if her other uncle had made it out of his refuge, and snaking her way through foreign islands simply out of habit. “You? What’re you doing out this way?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
