Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Big sticks retrieved, newfound weapons at the ready, Melita set about as instructor, rather than pupil. Taking her time to watch Lilliane’s movements and orchestrations, she nodded, pleased with whatever she saw. “Good. Over time, you’ll get faster.” Experience had taught her that, amongst a multitude of other things (like necessity).
After several more intervals, and certain Lilliane’s muscles had been warmed up properly, the youth came to a halt before the newcomer, giving away nothing – intending to see just how much the Grounder actually knew before moving forward. “Now, try a stance. How do you think you need to stand in order to face an opponent?”
After several more intervals, and certain Lilliane’s muscles had been warmed up properly, the youth came to a halt before the newcomer, giving away nothing – intending to see just how much the Grounder actually knew before moving forward. “Now, try a stance. How do you think you need to stand in order to face an opponent?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
