Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Hands grasped hold of her favored staff, and a new pulse of determination, tenacity, and boldness cycled through her blood. Her eyes watched as Lilliane managed to hit the damn thing on the forehead – which any other time would’ve made her laugh – her gaze widened instead, and then there was a loud whoop and holler. Something like triumph.
To which, from her vantage point, the youth swung and hit the beast straight on the hindquarters. It hit beautifully, enough for the jaguar to outcry in some semblance of a yelp, then stagger off, back into the brush and bush. It hadn’t made a great, grand choice in opting to pursue the ladies, and it likely wouldn’t do so in the near future, if memories served the animal well. “Nicely done,” the honeybee murmured to herself and Lilliane, impressed with their efforts. A smug grin plastered its way along her mouth, and then she rested her staff against her shoulder. “That was probably enough for today, huh?” Mostly rhetorical, but she figured Lilliane had learned multitudes more than just stances and defensive poses.
To which, from her vantage point, the youth swung and hit the beast straight on the hindquarters. It hit beautifully, enough for the jaguar to outcry in some semblance of a yelp, then stagger off, back into the brush and bush. It hadn’t made a great, grand choice in opting to pursue the ladies, and it likely wouldn’t do so in the near future, if memories served the animal well. “Nicely done,” the honeybee murmured to herself and Lilliane, impressed with their efforts. A smug grin plastered its way along her mouth, and then she rested her staff against her shoulder. “That was probably enough for today, huh?” Mostly rhetorical, but she figured Lilliane had learned multitudes more than just stances and defensive poses.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
