Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Natural inclinations seemed to have finally reverberated through Sohalia’s palms, and the Cheshire grin along Melita’s features grew more emboldened. She certainly wouldn’t put the inexperienced Attuned through additional fractures and pressures of actual chaotic attacks and assaults, but these easygoing movements and motions were a sign of potential and prowess. “There you go!” She shouted above the crackling, wooden melee, meeting Sohalia’s stick again and swerving around to pivot, chase, and continue their barrages for as long as the other woman was able.
Or until she was exhausted. Or surrendered or begged for mercy. Melita always wanted an adversary to do that.
Whatever came first!
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Or until she was exhausted. Or surrendered or begged for mercy. Melita always wanted an adversary to do that.
Whatever came first!
{FIN}
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
