Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Hovering along one of her favorite sights, Melita picked a large boulder to begin her daily, instrumental training. It would’ve been easy to slide immediately into her bow and arrow, to fire off round after round of accurate, precise shots, but she honed in on the staff for today.
While Sila and Fangorn curled up in the warm sun, the Honeybee snagged at her familiar weapon, permitting her fingers to grasp it tightly, safe, known, trusted; even if armaments couldn’t have personalities or commitments like humans, she still remained attached to the object, grinning at the ease of its weight across her palm.
From there, she began her warm-ups, rotating and spinning it across her fingers so that it volleyed through the air, then spun it directly into her other hand. Her muscles loosened, grateful and content within the exercise, and she began to hum under her breath in the synchronicity, back and forth, back and forth.
While Sila and Fangorn curled up in the warm sun, the Honeybee snagged at her familiar weapon, permitting her fingers to grasp it tightly, safe, known, trusted; even if armaments couldn’t have personalities or commitments like humans, she still remained attached to the object, grinning at the ease of its weight across her palm.
From there, she began her warm-ups, rotating and spinning it across her fingers so that it volleyed through the air, then spun it directly into her other hand. Her muscles loosened, grateful and content within the exercise, and she began to hum under her breath in the synchronicity, back and forth, back and forth.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
