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Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Another note of eerie, enigmatic glee flowed from the gourd; sounding something between a garble, a grumble, and a hiss, but his grin was enough to indicate the contentment, rather than any other emotion he could’ve rendered. Several vines opted to work together this time, blocking the stone as it reeled back, and then adhering to more strength when it was time to volley.

Melita snorted something at Tal’s first statement, but it diminished in the spell and spill of her feet, splashing again in some idle impulse, letting the heat and warmth of the pool linger over the calloused wake of bare soles. Amused and entertained by her own actions, she could only vaguely tilt her head in his direction, watching the cascades and ripples, before her gilded eyes went upwards. “Remi used to be an Abandoned, then a Hybrid, when we were all in the Hollowed Grounds. An alchemist. But since then, he’s become the demigod of Ludo.” Of death. An alteration from the gentle man into something, someone, tempestuous and temperamental. And given half of the circumstances, ones that Melita knew about anyway, maybe no one should’ve been surprised.

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun