Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
A pause after the racing, the exhilaration, the audacity, the emboldened efforts – and she concocted a bright grin on her features just the same, even if they lost sight of the creature. She shielded her eyes from the sun drifting its way through the mist and clearing, toes inching along the shoreline. There was half a moment where she distracted by Aidon and Fangorn’s antics (shaking her head), but then there were other notions to consider. At both suggestions, the honeybee shrugged her shoulders, spirited and unafraid, undaunted and unbothered. “We can try it!”
So she went along the lines of subtle forest until she found some decent sticks, peeling away from twigs from their dried adornments, ensuring they became some makeshift spears for the simple, little quest. “We can use these,” and she handed one to each of them in turn, before returning to the embankment, peering over the edges, looking for some fish to bludgeon.
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Try spearing for some fish!
So she went along the lines of subtle forest until she found some decent sticks, peeling away from twigs from their dried adornments, ensuring they became some makeshift spears for the simple, little quest. “We can use these,” and she handed one to each of them in turn, before returning to the embankment, peering over the edges, looking for some fish to bludgeon.
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Try spearing for some fish!
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
