Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Helping, assisting, and gathering whatever capabilities she’d contained had been habitual right from the start. That they were doing this again, with Safrin’s guidance, only shaped and honed her predilections and motivations, stoking the ambitions, the aspirations, into her fiery heart and lungs as she and Fangorn traced over the foundations of sand. Despite her willingness to provide aid and provisions, the honeybee wasn’t certain of too many implications with erosion itself; she’d grown up in the desert, and its timeless impact had been significantly lessened when the land ceased to exist.
But the youth was eager to learn too – especially with so many Naturals around, those who had seen the waves come and go, ebb and flow, stretch, change, and alter. It would never be said that Melita didn’t try.
Her eyes had coasted, ghosted, over the framework of supplies collected down the beach, before wandering straight towards her uncle, withholding her own semblance of a sigh. “Ready,” was announced, for what was another matter entirely, chin jutting out in her usual seditious, defiant mannerism, waiting for the others to arrive.
But the youth was eager to learn too – especially with so many Naturals around, those who had seen the waves come and go, ebb and flow, stretch, change, and alter. It would never be said that Melita didn’t try.
Her eyes had coasted, ghosted, over the framework of supplies collected down the beach, before wandering straight towards her uncle, withholding her own semblance of a sigh. “Ready,” was announced, for what was another matter entirely, chin jutting out in her usual seditious, defiant mannerism, waiting for the others to arrive.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
