[Training] [se] sharpen your teeth

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

The next reaction wasn’t expected – Melita had presumed the natural-born instinct of self-preservation was alive and well in the Outlander. Most had it in droves when they arrived here, and if not, quickly learned to snag it with both hands.

Not…knocking a weapon into their knee, and then their head.

The youth stared for a moment before laughing. She couldn’t help the uproarious amount of giggles suddenly flooding against the waves, nor try to hide it as it burst forth from her lungs. After a second or more, probably more, she wiped the stray tears from her eyes. “Okay, well,” and then she laughed again, trying to diminish the efforts in order to teach and instruct, so it only came out occasionally as an abrupt snort. “Let’s adjust your grip,” and she maneuvered Lilliane’s hands down a bit, to see if that would help. “We don’t need you knocking yourself out.” It would defeat the purpose entirely, after all.

Then she motioned back, intending to repeat the exercise, slowly churning her own staff towards Lilliane’s shoulder once more. “Try again.”

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun