Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita huffed at the insinuation. “They were nice rocks.” Considering this doofus hadn’t even met any yet, she wasn’t certain why there was a layer of judgment stuck and lacquered to the tones. Rolling her eyes, she considered not even bothering to waylay any gore crows if they came towards them – maybe she’d simply let the avian assholes have at him. Easy pickings.
The echoes of meat persisted, and so did she.
Rounding a corner, and not bothering to look back to see where he was, her strides continued. “She created some canals for the merfolk to travel in, protection from monsoons, and we recently got some healing waters.” From no small amount of effort on their part, but well worth it for all the shielding proportions.
The echoes of meat persisted, and so did she.
Rounding a corner, and not bothering to look back to see where he was, her strides continued. “She created some canals for the merfolk to travel in, protection from monsoons, and we recently got some healing waters.” From no small amount of effort on their part, but well worth it for all the shielding proportions.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
