Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita, feeling the expanse of concern from her companion, twisted around to survey him. Patting and scratching the top of his head, and tilting her own vaguely at the dragon for trying to cheer him up, she snagged at another pebble nearby, placing it easily into a rogue vine.
Even with this distraction, this whole Neron character seemed like a douche. Nestling her thoughts together while Fangorn visibly bloomed and blossomed, her gilded eyes darted back to Tal, on a raised brow, splashing her feet in the pool again. “Huh. Sounds like a real dick.” And then the other semblances came running, and she heard the undertones of lost parts of families, gaze going downward, to rest along the pools. “Sorry to hear that.” Always prompted by the notions of revenge, even if her voice had grown quieter, the honeybee purposefully agitated and rattled. “Have you thought about getting him back somehow?”
Even with this distraction, this whole Neron character seemed like a douche. Nestling her thoughts together while Fangorn visibly bloomed and blossomed, her gilded eyes darted back to Tal, on a raised brow, splashing her feet in the pool again. “Huh. Sounds like a real dick.” And then the other semblances came running, and she heard the undertones of lost parts of families, gaze going downward, to rest along the pools. “Sorry to hear that.” Always prompted by the notions of revenge, even if her voice had grown quieter, the honeybee purposefully agitated and rattled. “Have you thought about getting him back somehow?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
