Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It started and remained simple for a few moments, Melita nodding in agreement with Remi, ready and able and willing whenever they needed support or assistance. Then there was Saiden, extending the same, and she was about to make a remark on what Jack had to do with it, when everything else descended into chaos.
Something she’d always known and understood.
A wave of bizarre, enigmatic calm took over her as she surveyed the scene unfolding, like dominos, like traces of bedlam, immersed it witnessing the spectacle: Nate not being healed, Sunjata mended, and then Sam.
Good gods, Sam.
It was an understandable thing, since he was ill, but the aftermath was beyond ridiculous. Comprehension could be noted from any and all parties. Ronin feared for Remi. Remi feared for Sam. Sam had no control. Sunjata attempted to cease and desist everything.
But it hadn’t mattered.
“Honestly,” Melita sighed, rolling her eyes at Saiden’s comments, before pulling out her bow, tracing over a few quivers, pulling and arming herself should anything escalate as she marched out into the ruckus. Her first motions were towards her uncle, ensuring Sunjata was all right, before attempting to defuse the hopefully last remnants of the situation. “Can someone make sure Sam gets home?”
Something she’d always known and understood.
A wave of bizarre, enigmatic calm took over her as she surveyed the scene unfolding, like dominos, like traces of bedlam, immersed it witnessing the spectacle: Nate not being healed, Sunjata mended, and then Sam.
Good gods, Sam.
It was an understandable thing, since he was ill, but the aftermath was beyond ridiculous. Comprehension could be noted from any and all parties. Ronin feared for Remi. Remi feared for Sam. Sam had no control. Sunjata attempted to cease and desist everything.
But it hadn’t mattered.
“Honestly,” Melita sighed, rolling her eyes at Saiden’s comments, before pulling out her bow, tracing over a few quivers, pulling and arming herself should anything escalate as she marched out into the ruckus. Her first motions were towards her uncle, ensuring Sunjata was all right, before attempting to defuse the hopefully last remnants of the situation. “Can someone make sure Sam gets home?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
