Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She began to hum with hands intertwined over the mug, relishing the warmth seeping through her fingers, as the discussion and conversation unwinding wasn’t exactly doing the same. Torchline wouldn’t lack its guards; those were everywhere, from the seediest underbelly to the loftiest noble, but still, they wouldn’t want to be gone long.
Sipping at the caramel concoction, she released one hand around the cocoa, scratching at the top of Fangorn’s head – perhaps self-soothing for both of them as thoughts ran rampant. “Where were you thinking?” The honeybee wouldn’t know where to start – ignorant of each of its tracings, and only aware of its requisite abilities to block out Abandoned.
Or that a Tower had fallen there, into rubble and ruin and perished people.
Sipping at the caramel concoction, she released one hand around the cocoa, scratching at the top of Fangorn’s head – perhaps self-soothing for both of them as thoughts ran rampant. “Where were you thinking?” The honeybee wouldn’t know where to start – ignorant of each of its tracings, and only aware of its requisite abilities to block out Abandoned.
Or that a Tower had fallen there, into rubble and ruin and perished people.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
