Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita could remember a very brief lull where she didn’t know how to fight either – very young, naïve, and trusting of the world – daring to go off on barefoot adventures and clamber over cliffs with little forethought to the end result. That was before calamity and ruin. That was before lost mothers and fallen sisters. And thereafter, she would never have dreamed of remaining folly and wholly ignorant to the ways of vehemence, violence, and revenge. Sometimes, all she’d ever had was her feral ferocity, savage tenacity, and unrelenting spirit.
Which was probably why she glanced at Lilliane was something akin to curiosity, and then a wild snort to follow. “Sure. Depends on what you want to learn. I’m pretty good at the staff,” and she twirled it around in her hand again, keeping the muscles properly flexed and limbered. “And the bow.” And some knives. And hand-to-hand. And any other armament she could get her grubby hands on.
Immediately shuffling over to her bag to see if she had anything extra the newcomer could use, she raised her head slightly at mention of the Ark. She withheld a laugh, and only because the humor wouldn’t have made sense to Lilliane (just, simply put, that the ship’s infamy wasn’t as massive as Jack probably would’ve liked). “A ship!”
Thereafter though, she appeared completely nonplussed by the exchange of living situations. “Oh, most of us started there too.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But then the ocean portal opened up, and I saw no reason to stay.” Not when this was available.
Which was probably why she glanced at Lilliane was something akin to curiosity, and then a wild snort to follow. “Sure. Depends on what you want to learn. I’m pretty good at the staff,” and she twirled it around in her hand again, keeping the muscles properly flexed and limbered. “And the bow.” And some knives. And hand-to-hand. And any other armament she could get her grubby hands on.
Immediately shuffling over to her bag to see if she had anything extra the newcomer could use, she raised her head slightly at mention of the Ark. She withheld a laugh, and only because the humor wouldn’t have made sense to Lilliane (just, simply put, that the ship’s infamy wasn’t as massive as Jack probably would’ve liked). “A ship!”
Thereafter though, she appeared completely nonplussed by the exchange of living situations. “Oh, most of us started there too.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But then the ocean portal opened up, and I saw no reason to stay.” Not when this was available.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
