Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Letting Fangorn take a breather and a rest for a moment (little vines shaken out as if he were stretching), the youth started applying some of the spices to the meat, permitting them to simmer along the spit. It wasn’t the same as being immersed in them within a pan, but she figured anything cooked outside tasted better anyway, and it wouldn’t be a waste, regardless. “Yeah. Some eat raw fish and stuff.” She paused, shrugging her shoulders, putting in more of the seasoning as she thought. “And some like their meat rare,” like…blood still pumping rare. "I bet some Attuned just eat it like animals would too."
Thereafter, she snagged at her hunting knife, cutting a neat slice at the top, inspecting for coloration. There were still some slight pinkish hues. “Okay, maybe a couple more minutes, just to be sure.” It’d give time for the flavorings to settle in. Probably.
Thereafter, she snagged at her hunting knife, cutting a neat slice at the top, inspecting for coloration. There were still some slight pinkish hues. “Okay, maybe a couple more minutes, just to be sure.” It’d give time for the flavorings to settle in. Probably.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
