Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita smiled, a small one, nodding her head at the agreement. Another time, perhaps, after children had arrived and things had grown more settled. “That’s all right.” She handwaved the notions away; they’d both become more proficient in their skills, and that was enough for today. While Fangorn and Aidon granted their goodbyes, the fiery youth tread over to her targets, disassembling them back into former positions (rocks, roots, tossed back into prior places). “You’re welcome,” she turned over her shoulder, chirping in return. “I’ll be around quite a bit during Deepfrost,” as if to say she’d see her later – there were other moments and things to attend to surrounding her family, and she could only wait, distract, and deter herself for so long. “Take care!” She didn’t add a Queen or your highness onto it.
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to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
