Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita, undaunted and unafraid, stomped her way from the Lava Pits with her satchel and quiver on her back, and an overt menace to her stride. Half of her mind was split, distracted, between returning to Torchline and receiving her upcoming companion, and the other with the recent news (debacle, really) of her uncle’s immortality and siege upon Stormbreak.
All in all, the day could’ve been better.
Fangorn let out some garbled outcry and she sighed, slowing down only lightly so the vampire gourd had an opportunity to catch up. “I’m so tired of this shit all the time,” she murmured, though which notion had such a claim could probably be up for debate.
And only for a crashing sound to echo around the pits and chambers. Her brows furrowed, and she stopped, glancing around with seditious inquiry, hand instantly going to her staff.
When she saw some stranger windmilling his ass down to the ground.
“You all right?” She called out, head tilting vaguely, features clearly trying to stifle a laugh bubbling through her throat – because that whole scene had been ridiculous.
All in all, the day could’ve been better.
Fangorn let out some garbled outcry and she sighed, slowing down only lightly so the vampire gourd had an opportunity to catch up. “I’m so tired of this shit all the time,” she murmured, though which notion had such a claim could probably be up for debate.
And only for a crashing sound to echo around the pits and chambers. Her brows furrowed, and she stopped, glancing around with seditious inquiry, hand instantly going to her staff.
When she saw some stranger windmilling his ass down to the ground.
“You all right?” She called out, head tilting vaguely, features clearly trying to stifle a laugh bubbling through her throat – because that whole scene had been ridiculous.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
