Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Man, all this dude seemed to do was grumble and pout. Melita wrinkled her nose a little, out of his sight and vantage point, purposefully skipping and frolicking now in order to push past the point of obnoxious. She bounded over several cracks clearly filled with lava, before turning another corner, and reaching the perimeter of a cavern – the maw opening to reveal nothing for the moment. “We have to go this way,” and she pointed at the distinction, ignoring any chance for rebuttal by continuing onward. “Watch for gore crows though.”
She shrugged once more at his lack of seeing a deity; some people didn’t want to, and perhaps there needed to be some modicum of respect there. To remain without the influence, flux, and sway of the deities and cosmic beings; persistent in whatever suited them best.
But her experienced differed there, and she hummed a little beat to the movement of her staff again. “Old. Ludo is my favorite. But I’ve seen Safrin too.”
She shrugged once more at his lack of seeing a deity; some people didn’t want to, and perhaps there needed to be some modicum of respect there. To remain without the influence, flux, and sway of the deities and cosmic beings; persistent in whatever suited them best.
But her experienced differed there, and she hummed a little beat to the movement of her staff again. “Old. Ludo is my favorite. But I’ve seen Safrin too.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
