playing with matches

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Truth be told, none of the components of this particular quest were off-putting to the Honeybee, and so she enacted her feral grin, relishing in agreement and accord. “Very true.” Then she gave a nod, fervent, eager, and ready, as Hotaru prompted her own abilities.

Half-distracted by the notions, the youth couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to summon animals – more so than just her own companions. She’d probably make birds shit on someone’s head.

With the world safer in that she couldn’t do exactly that, the youth notched an elemental arrow, ice for this notion for no reason at all, and kept her eyes peeled, back and forth, from sky to ground. Waiting wasn’t one of her virtues, and the restlessness began to build the moment she could hear the fliers moving, cawing, in the distance.

In return, the panic, scrambling efforts of several rats hastened into the forefront, gnashing and biting their teeth. Melita took one unfurled breath before drawing back the strand and opening fire, hoping to catch one of the beasts completely unaware in their blinded sprint.

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun