Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It’d likely a cold day in the Climb before Talyson ever managed to impress the Honeybee – slayer of KingMakers and a series of other debauched frivolities. As such, the fact that he couldn’t take a hint without the direct manifestation of ‘get lost’ coming from her mouth settled her features into a darker, furrowed set of determination.
Snagging at her staff, she knocked at a stirring set of vines angling for her arm, relishing in the way they visibly retreated from her presence. Stalking and stomping further, predacious in her own caliber, she wiped out ferns scorching their way towards Fangorn, before bothering to answer. “I was being nosey.” Wouldn’t anyone saunter into a new land? As for the name of the place, she shrugged her shoulders. “Heard some calling it Metacarpal Island. Don’t know why though.” Maybe it went along with "the Fingers". Get it?
Snagging at her staff, she knocked at a stirring set of vines angling for her arm, relishing in the way they visibly retreated from her presence. Stalking and stomping further, predacious in her own caliber, she wiped out ferns scorching their way towards Fangorn, before bothering to answer. “I was being nosey.” Wouldn’t anyone saunter into a new land? As for the name of the place, she shrugged her shoulders. “Heard some calling it Metacarpal Island. Don’t know why though.” Maybe it went along with "the Fingers". Get it?
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
