Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The arch of her brow absolutely signified Melita’s inherent curiosity of said abilities - but when Phoebe wasn’t forthcoming, she only pouted a little. Fine fine, they could find out in order way. “You wanna hit some shit?” She pointed to several logs winding their way down the stream – perfect targets for fire (because then no one would die from the inevitable flames), precision (because if Melita missed, no big deal, it all meandered back into the water), and whatever means and measures Phoebe was working on.
While the Honeybee snagged at her bow, presuming the intended effigies would be all right, she shook her head. “Not yet. Did something happen in the Greatwood?” There’d been rumblings about it at the market, and naturally nosey, she’d listened, but hadn’t ventured that way yet.
While the Honeybee snagged at her bow, presuming the intended effigies would be all right, she shook her head. “Not yet. Did something happen in the Greatwood?” There’d been rumblings about it at the market, and naturally nosey, she’d listened, but hadn’t ventured that way yet.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
