Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita, used to rushing headlong into danger with zero thought or hesitation, had only recently matured into thinking beyond the notions of audacity and emboldened fervor. Even still, her head tilted a vague degree, permitting Sila to crawl down to her lap, the little dragon watching the other race and rampage alongside the sleigh. At least to the luxere’s credit, it seemed entirely undaunted by the display of power; continuing onward as if this was a regular occurrence.
“Sleeping steps?” An inquiry based on its name only. “Do people like…fall asleep on them or something?” Which almost be amusing – enemies and adversaries drifting into a deep slumber before they could rampage further. “Sounds good.” And more information than Melita could offer – which was nothing.
“Sleeping steps?” An inquiry based on its name only. “Do people like…fall asleep on them or something?” Which almost be amusing – enemies and adversaries drifting into a deep slumber before they could rampage further. “Sounds good.” And more information than Melita could offer – which was nothing.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
