Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Her brow arched at the list, comprised mostly of seafood, stifling a snort at the notions of pelicans and hels. “Do you guys just grab them right off the waves?” Because that’d be pretty boss, actually, the more she thought about it.
While Fangorn kept turning the spit, and Sila fed the flames a little more, Melita considered his offer, giving off great airs as if the proposition would take a delicate, noble hand. Rubbing her chin, she contemplated, pondering over the circumstances, some manner of teasing embedded in the movements. “Depends on the kind of vegetables,” because what if he deigned to offer her some weird, icky variety of seaweed? And she couldn’t be certain of what lingered beneath the waves, after all.
While Fangorn kept turning the spit, and Sila fed the flames a little more, Melita considered his offer, giving off great airs as if the proposition would take a delicate, noble hand. Rubbing her chin, she contemplated, pondering over the circumstances, some manner of teasing embedded in the movements. “Depends on the kind of vegetables,” because what if he deigned to offer her some weird, icky variety of seaweed? And she couldn’t be certain of what lingered beneath the waves, after all.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
