Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She rolled her eyes at the statement, but didn’t take his bait, opting to swing her feet in the pool, and watch the ripples, the bubbles, move under her childish orchestrations. “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome,” and she waved him off, enjoying and relishing the relieving properties.
Fangorn made room for the dragon, swinging his vines around, but still dutifully guarded the pack of weaponry and bags, amusement distorted as he grabbed hold of a nearby rock and tossed it – waiting to see what the corresponding companion would do.
Melita, half-hoping he’d ask more about Ludo and not the upcoming hell-spiral, sighed, stretching out her arm to place her fingers along the surface of the water. “Like, years ago, when so many of us were portalled in, it wasn’t like…this. All the tension. All the attacks. All the…hatred.” Or perhaps she’d just been ignorant to it – too many other beleaguering things sauntering in, distracting notions she hadn’t thought or believed to be curated by the Voice or Ascended. Her thoughts meandered, as they often did – to LongNight, to the Fae, to the blight, and to everything thereafter. “Maybe it’s just been building and I hadn’t noticed.”
Fangorn made room for the dragon, swinging his vines around, but still dutifully guarded the pack of weaponry and bags, amusement distorted as he grabbed hold of a nearby rock and tossed it – waiting to see what the corresponding companion would do.
Melita, half-hoping he’d ask more about Ludo and not the upcoming hell-spiral, sighed, stretching out her arm to place her fingers along the surface of the water. “Like, years ago, when so many of us were portalled in, it wasn’t like…this. All the tension. All the attacks. All the…hatred.” Or perhaps she’d just been ignorant to it – too many other beleaguering things sauntering in, distracting notions she hadn’t thought or believed to be curated by the Voice or Ascended. Her thoughts meandered, as they often did – to LongNight, to the Fae, to the blight, and to everything thereafter. “Maybe it’s just been building and I hadn’t noticed.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
