[PQ] (RQ) off the coast

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Well, that was stupid.

She could keep a grip on swords, knives, bows, and staffs, but gods forbid a piece of fabric. It tossed away from her on a heaving gust of wind, and she sneered, hissed, as it tumbled through the air. The honeybee instinctively stomped after it, mighty, clonking strides that probably would’ve made her laugh in any other situation, and if she wasn’t on the verge of some vile temper tantrum, but noting, watching, that it flew far, far, away from her, all she could do was bear witness to its antics. By the push and pull of the breeze, by the way it wound around or dove down below, until it was gone, faded from view, destined to be a part of something else.

On a sigh, she returned to the beach portion, rifling back through her bag to see if she had anything else to use. “Any luck?” She muttered to Saiden, hoping he’d found far more information than she had.

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Melita grumps, but watches the way the fabric turns, twists in the wind (before it completely disappears).

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun