Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Fangorn probably did know, but neither he nor Melita had survived via luck and happenstance. Obliged, he settled around the honeybee’s ankles again, twisting his vines around her leg in efforts to do something with his restlessness while Sila remained cautious. The coos and trills from the fellow dragon were somewhat appeasing, enough for her to reach out, little nostrils flaring. “Thank you,” Melita whispered, content too with her choices.
Sipping at her cocoa, humming a little under her breath, the discussion of the recent bizarre happenings along the Mistbanks did nothing to dissuade her – energy still effective and looming. “Oh, probably not,” immediately shrugging – presuming Amun had gone off as soon as he could to launch communications between the Ascended. She could hardly blame them. Not with everything coming. “Let me know what you hear from Ronin, and we’ll see what we can do.” Then she continued to parade on ahead, mug in hand while long strides, and a vampire gourd stuck fast to one of them, strolled towards the sleighs.
Sipping at her cocoa, humming a little under her breath, the discussion of the recent bizarre happenings along the Mistbanks did nothing to dissuade her – energy still effective and looming. “Oh, probably not,” immediately shrugging – presuming Amun had gone off as soon as he could to launch communications between the Ascended. She could hardly blame them. Not with everything coming. “Let me know what you hear from Ronin, and we’ll see what we can do.” Then she continued to parade on ahead, mug in hand while long strides, and a vampire gourd stuck fast to one of them, strolled towards the sleighs.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
