Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She’d spotted her along the horizon, as she twisted and turned along her boulder, including arm circle motions into her routine. Just as the youth was about to strike the air though, to really unfurl the staff through wind and thermals, Sohalia cried out – and she could only grin through a torrent of motions. While Fangorn opened his eyes and waved his vines from their sleepy sanction, Sila remained a napping dragon, leaving the Honeybee to tend to their visitor. “Oh, no worries. I’m just warming up.”
She started once more, switching to her other hand again, and then swung at nothing – though her imagination could run rampant with all the potential enemies – deciding it was Loren’s ugly mug this time, even if she hadn’t seen him in years. Grudges ran deep and fast. “What are you up to?” Unbothered, she asked the question through a series of rapid volleys, eyes narrowing, honing in on an invisible target.
She started once more, switching to her other hand again, and then swung at nothing – though her imagination could run rampant with all the potential enemies – deciding it was Loren’s ugly mug this time, even if she hadn’t seen him in years. Grudges ran deep and fast. “What are you up to?” Unbothered, she asked the question through a series of rapid volleys, eyes narrowing, honing in on an invisible target.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
