Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Afraid not,” she called, letting the potency of her laughter drift over the surroundings. Wild and chaotic, untamed and frenetic, the giggles ran rampant much like herself, undaunted that she might’ve ruffled his feathers by the mere state of her amusement.
But then figured she’d probably be able to kick his ass, so.
Wandering forward, staff still in her hand and Fangorn trailing behind, she noted the dragon coming to collect her bonded, and muffled another snort threatening to rally. “At least you didn’t fall into the lava,” and she shrugged, because there wouldn’t been much of a way of him getting out in time. Her eyes swept over him for a moment, some semblance of an assessment, before the gilded set went back to the Climb’s infrastructure. “Did you get hurt?”
But then figured she’d probably be able to kick his ass, so.
Wandering forward, staff still in her hand and Fangorn trailing behind, she noted the dragon coming to collect her bonded, and muffled another snort threatening to rally. “At least you didn’t fall into the lava,” and she shrugged, because there wouldn’t been much of a way of him getting out in time. Her eyes swept over him for a moment, some semblance of an assessment, before the gilded set went back to the Climb’s infrastructure. “Did you get hurt?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
