Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Today had been, admittedly, not her best. Between struggling to move rocks and losing her fabric out to the wind, Melita had been a bit of a clusterfuck from one event to the other. Determined not to lose whatever vestiges and fragments of her patience she had left (granules, really), the honeybee breathed, clenched her fists tightly together, and sent out a lower, slower exhale. Fangorn grumbled towards her, and she shook her head, maneuvering to the next portion of stones. Tenacious, obstinate, and striving not to clench her jaw or pout, the youth maintained a very stony expression that might have revealed her inner workings, and attempted to move the rocks again, towards the second imagined groyne.
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Melita moves more rocks!
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Melita moves more rocks!
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
