Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Had she not recognized the voice suddenly clamoring and echoing past vines, shrubs, and brush, the youth might have snagged at her weapons. Instead, there was an abrupt turn, a raised brow, and the sharp claws of her dragon along her shoulder. Fangorn made his presence known by her ankles, waving his own tendrils, while the Honeybee gave half a smirk. “Phoebe! How are you doing?” She hadn’t seen the other woman in quite a while – but given wars and reflections and all manner of things, at least the Nightingale had survived.
Sila’s bronze form stilled at the sight of Pim, and though the youth wasn’t certain what the reaction would be, she persisted. “I’ve been training Sila to use her fire.” For ultimately…more chaos. “What brings you out here?”
Sila’s bronze form stilled at the sight of Pim, and though the youth wasn’t certain what the reaction would be, she persisted. “I’ve been training Sila to use her fire.” For ultimately…more chaos. “What brings you out here?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
