it's time to take some action, boys

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

More voices, more shouts, more roars, and most of them aren’t heard over the fumes; but the girl had always been a determined, tenacious, obstinate individual, unceasing, incapable of being denied. A survivor, through thick and thin, and she thought nothing of flames and mobs, of chaos and bedlam, enshrouded in it since nearly the beginning of her life – but she still gasped and wheezed. Still followed the low rumble of Fangorn’s growl, and the familiar voice from the windowsill now (when had Aurelia arrived?), and when everything else was a blur and burning against her eyes, she crawled across the floor, hand reaching –

Then launching out the other side. Into air not quite as fresh as before, but keen and sea-laden.

“Thank you,” she coughed and hacked, dropping immediately to the ground, on her hands and knees, one palm clutching the animals, and the other striving to hold her upright. The kittens meowed and growled, and Haai was somewhere in there too, but they were safe, for the moment. Fangorn bounded down along her side, and she only just lifted her head to the side, spying another form of bedlam across the way – dragon forms and…maybe lions (?) through her narrowed eyes, yearning to wipe away the saline leaking from them. “Gods what’s going on now?”

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