Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“They probably figure it out quickly.” And stay away – or learn their lesson in another harsher, blunter way. That was the thing with a majority of these lands – they didn’t suffer fools gladly. Ignorance wasn’t bliss. And it was so easy, so simple, to fall apart at the seams from some notion, nuance, or creature lurking within the depths.
Keeping those thoughts to herself, the youth twisted the end of her staff deeper into the ground, watching as the vine gnarled and thrashed under her brutal ministrations, before unfurling from her crouch. “Well, no need to stay here then.” They’d probably seen and heard enough to leave warnings, and though the potential to strand the fool here was tempting, it could easily be rendered another day. Shrugging her shoulders and lifting her armament off the plant, watching it slink back to where it came from, the Honeybee turned around rapidly.
Keeping those thoughts to herself, the youth twisted the end of her staff deeper into the ground, watching as the vine gnarled and thrashed under her brutal ministrations, before unfurling from her crouch. “Well, no need to stay here then.” They’d probably seen and heard enough to leave warnings, and though the potential to strand the fool here was tempting, it could easily be rendered another day. Shrugging her shoulders and lifting her armament off the plant, watching it slink back to where it came from, the Honeybee turned around rapidly.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
