to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Stuck, for a few moments, lost in the annals of darkness – translations back and forth between those Attuned – and for those intervals of seconds she felt rather useless. She didn’t know how to read the runes. She didn’t have magic to stuff earth or ice back into the hole in the boat. She couldn’t shift into a beast. But maybe she could lend herself, somehow, someway – She’d thought about tossing the lantern, but there was no certainty that it wouldn’t fall into the water and they’d lose what little light they had. Loren, however, pointed out the sword, glowing amongst their pile of things. Quickly, she dove for it, removing it from its sheath, crimson gleam flickering within her eyes. “Here!” And she hurled it towards Raza and Sunjata, trusting the whale-form would be able to retrieve it if Raza couldn’t catch it.
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Melita tossed Sunjata’s Flametongue sword towards Raza/Sunjata!
Type: Dark
Flametongue | Magic sword that sheds dim light like a torch and is warm to the touch; causes user to constantly have spice on the tongue as if they ate something fiery hot
to be the sun
MELITA
