Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It was likely for the best – but there was still some sentiment of rancor, of hurt, of bitterness curled along the back of her tongue at the notion of Sunjata not being there. The youth savagely stoked away the emotion with a brush of her mind, as if she could push it all aside. Melita had always known her worth. The lack of her other uncle’s sentiments weren’t going to stop her.
So instead, she turned her full attention to Nate at the door – swinging open and wide, senses inhaling the scents of something baking, and the general warmth the world exuded. “Obviously!” She snorted, permitting her frame to be dragged in – eyes widening and gazing in all directions without pretense. Nosey and curious to a fault, and with Fangorn following on a few bobs, leaps, and bounds, they were in the sanction within a matter of quick, swift motions. “This looks nice.” And she meant it, from the little amount she’d viewed – mouth not hanging open, but curled into a smile. “What first?”
So instead, she turned her full attention to Nate at the door – swinging open and wide, senses inhaling the scents of something baking, and the general warmth the world exuded. “Obviously!” She snorted, permitting her frame to be dragged in – eyes widening and gazing in all directions without pretense. Nosey and curious to a fault, and with Fangorn following on a few bobs, leaps, and bounds, they were in the sanction within a matter of quick, swift motions. “This looks nice.” And she meant it, from the little amount she’d viewed – mouth not hanging open, but curled into a smile. “What first?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
