Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Morning workouts were certainly a thing in the summer haze of Torchline, and Melita nodded her agreement in the assessment. “Do you know how to handle weapons? Or fight?” The spitfire was never quite sure how many newcomers would find themselves equipped to handle the dangers of Caido – because while Melita had fought for her life at a very young age, there were many who landed in from Outlander ranges in wildly different paradigms. She twirled the staff around again for good measure, keeping the muscles limbered up, ready, fervent, eager for escapades and wilderness, the untamed savagery a building block to her existence.
There were more questions for her though, and the same Cheshire grin landed right back upon her features. “I live in Torchline!” She pointed towards the lighthouse in the distance, then slightly over. “My house is near the rocks.” Or had been her uncles, before they set off for King’s End and just left her there. “I work on the Ark too.” So sometimes she was here, sometimes she wasn’t. She’d only ever seen Lilliane in these proportions though, so she’d assumed the other girl ventured and roamed along the sand. “What about you?”
There were more questions for her though, and the same Cheshire grin landed right back upon her features. “I live in Torchline!” She pointed towards the lighthouse in the distance, then slightly over. “My house is near the rocks.” Or had been her uncles, before they set off for King’s End and just left her there. “I work on the Ark too.” So sometimes she was here, sometimes she wasn’t. She’d only ever seen Lilliane in these proportions though, so she’d assumed the other girl ventured and roamed along the sand. “What about you?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
