Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“All in due time,” she laughed, regaining her standing position, ignoring the dust and dirt now clinging to the hem of her dress. She considered for half a moment, before reaching down to grab a few flowers with their stems attached, fingers automatically gliding and forming the outline of a crown. Her head tilted a fraction at his moment of human ones, uncertain if it meant there were parties hosted by animals, or something completely different (though she was suddenly very inclined to see the former). While she worked on the little diadem, ivory and gilded sprigs adorned, her eyes focused on the world around them – watching, waiting, for something to unfold. “Have you played any of the games?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
