Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Brushing her hands together, and ridding them of some of the sticky silk once more, Fangorn started to collect the thread in a pile again, figuring they could amount to something in the interim. “Thanks for the help,” she added, because she’d likely still be working on peeling away all the substances, had he not arrived.
Turning, presuming that the task was done and she’d head back to the house for a snack or two, she had to glance back over her shoulder, brows raised slightly, at the notions. Melita’s usual flair of choice was to kick someone’s ass, stranger or otherwise, so the acceptance came readily thereafter, in the shift of her Cheshire grin. “Sure.” Then, with a wave, her hasty strides took her back towards the house, Fangorn and his silk, and Sila on her shoulder, following thereafter.
{FIN}
Turning, presuming that the task was done and she’d head back to the house for a snack or two, she had to glance back over her shoulder, brows raised slightly, at the notions. Melita’s usual flair of choice was to kick someone’s ass, stranger or otherwise, so the acceptance came readily thereafter, in the shift of her Cheshire grin. “Sure.” Then, with a wave, her hasty strides took her back towards the house, Fangorn and his silk, and Sila on her shoulder, following thereafter.
{FIN}
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
