Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Greetings and exchanges from voices she’d heard before – familiar and lilting – like favored songs, and she hastened a wave to both individuals. “Seems so,” and she wrinkled her nose at the indication that this, cleaning, was the only pathway as of late. A low whisper was extended though, at a thought, brows furrowing slightly as Arialla approached. “Have you heard anything about the sicknesses lately?” Maybe he had more information.
Then there was the young woman from the rainbow pools, and her smile brightened, Fangorn grumbling and growling in recognition. “I hope everything went well for you. Did you get to talk to Safrin again?” Was now a good time as any, when the world was crumbling once more?
Thereafter, they all seemed to settle into a foundation, a routine. It wasn’t a difficult talk, per se, but necessary after heavy rains and ridiculous winds. “We’ll get just make a pile of things to burn or get rid of. And if you see anything salvageable, we’ll make a separate one.”
Milo, starting right away, would find more than just debris. For his efforts, the futile essence bore deep into his skin, some jagged nail puncturing, piercing, along his palm. Had it been caught from some other object? Most likely – but it didn’t matter now, when the blood began to pour.
Arialla and Melita found far more success. The other Accepted would grab her debris, and discover one plank could likely come in handy for someone else, while the other was well past the point of rotting, nearly crumbling in her hands. There was also something glinting nearby – shining, a glimmering, beacon. What could it be?
The honeybee youth came out swinging, snagging a pair of decrepit boards, and hastening them quickly to the refuse pile.
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Great rolls, except for you Milo. :/
Arialla has found something shiny nearby!
Keep digging through!
Then there was the young woman from the rainbow pools, and her smile brightened, Fangorn grumbling and growling in recognition. “I hope everything went well for you. Did you get to talk to Safrin again?” Was now a good time as any, when the world was crumbling once more?
Thereafter, they all seemed to settle into a foundation, a routine. It wasn’t a difficult talk, per se, but necessary after heavy rains and ridiculous winds. “We’ll get just make a pile of things to burn or get rid of. And if you see anything salvageable, we’ll make a separate one.”
Milo, starting right away, would find more than just debris. For his efforts, the futile essence bore deep into his skin, some jagged nail puncturing, piercing, along his palm. Had it been caught from some other object? Most likely – but it didn’t matter now, when the blood began to pour.
Arialla and Melita found far more success. The other Accepted would grab her debris, and discover one plank could likely come in handy for someone else, while the other was well past the point of rotting, nearly crumbling in her hands. There was also something glinting nearby – shining, a glimmering, beacon. What could it be?
The honeybee youth came out swinging, snagging a pair of decrepit boards, and hastening them quickly to the refuse pile.
--
Great rolls, except for you Milo. :/
Arialla has found something shiny nearby!
Keep digging through!
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
