Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Even with Maeve’s assurances, Melita’s smile turned into a broad, Cheshire grin towards the stranger, grabbing hold of a spare dagger from her calf. “Here you go!” With a sunny little hum, she maneuvered onward, eyes watching as Aidon hovered above, filling in Lilliane as best she could with the information passed by word of mouth. “Yes, but this is a dangerous water horse.” If that continue to give the poor Outlander misgivings, Melita’s skipping along the trail probably didn’t help.
Of all of them though, it was Lilliane who would notice something first as they neared the falls. A glimpse, perhaps, of the aforementioned creature, slipping in amongst the trees, brushing over fern and bracken, before twisting and turning into the fog. The billowing mist unfurled from the falls, leaving a distant, muted roar to pervade through their ears, and the chaotic youth ceased her humming to listen. “Let me know if you spot or hear anything,” and she tightened her grip along her staff, hastening forward, into the haze.
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Lilliane has seen something! Melita has also given her a knife to use!
Keep on going into the mist!
Of all of them though, it was Lilliane who would notice something first as they neared the falls. A glimpse, perhaps, of the aforementioned creature, slipping in amongst the trees, brushing over fern and bracken, before twisting and turning into the fog. The billowing mist unfurled from the falls, leaving a distant, muted roar to pervade through their ears, and the chaotic youth ceased her humming to listen. “Let me know if you spot or hear anything,” and she tightened her grip along her staff, hastening forward, into the haze.
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Keep on going into the mist!
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
