Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“She’s a bit shy right now,” which was odd coming from Melita, for the honeybee had never been in such a way, nor Fangorn, truthfully. But each creature was different, and there was a lot of growing to do in Sila’s case. But Aidon gave her adequate space, and the little hatchling could tolerate the gentle touch of noses before clinging tightly to the honeybee’s shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered to Maeve’s counterpart, for his patience and reassurance.
Hopping along the sled, ready and eager to be dragged along wherever, she tilted her head, listening to the pending circumstances. The vampire gourd followed suit, taking a seat beside his bonded, while the dragon remained perched – taking in every little sight and sound. “Undefended,” and the youth’s nose gave a slight wrinkle, remembering, recalling, the words of recent events surrounding the world. “Do you want to bring anyone else with us?” Emboldened, audacious, and infinitely ridiculous, Melita had no intentions of backing down – but greater numbers might mean they had more of a chance at this impending business.
Another notion sprang to her mind as she took the blankets and spread it out over the lot of them, cosy and content despite their ongoing conversation. “I’ve never been to Stormbreak. Have you?” She’d avoided it for the longest time, given the notions of racism around its stonewalled existence.
Hopping along the sled, ready and eager to be dragged along wherever, she tilted her head, listening to the pending circumstances. The vampire gourd followed suit, taking a seat beside his bonded, while the dragon remained perched – taking in every little sight and sound. “Undefended,” and the youth’s nose gave a slight wrinkle, remembering, recalling, the words of recent events surrounding the world. “Do you want to bring anyone else with us?” Emboldened, audacious, and infinitely ridiculous, Melita had no intentions of backing down – but greater numbers might mean they had more of a chance at this impending business.
Another notion sprang to her mind as she took the blankets and spread it out over the lot of them, cosy and content despite their ongoing conversation. “I’ve never been to Stormbreak. Have you?” She’d avoided it for the longest time, given the notions of racism around its stonewalled existence.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
