Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Accustomed to seeing Hadama’s head pop over the waves and canals every now and again, there was no sense of surprise upon the youth’s features. If anything, there was a routine widening of her eyes and a singular greeting of a smile as she poked at the fire pit and accompanying spit. “Oh, hi Hadama!” She rotated the metal pole for a moment or two, before resuming her position on the rock, gaze cast upon the mermanta. “I’m pretty good.” Considering she’d recently battled a dragon-sized landshark and lived to tell the tale – along with everyone else in their party. “How’ve you been?” There was a quip about finding any good rocks lately settling somewhere along her embers, but she refrained for the moment, noticing his curiosity.
But she’d wait him out.
But she’d wait him out.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
