Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Her thoughts meandered to the KingMaker, and other creatures of such monolithic size, prowess, ability, and danger. Hands still clutching a tinier bone, maybe a fragment of a finger, a long, slow breath unfurled. “During the war, we had a monster come through Torchline – three heads and all that. Maybe something like that could’ve…,” and she gestured lowly to the roots, to the system, built upon portions of bone.
Her jaw clenched, pondering the state further. If they should even be there. If they should be warning others. If something else lurked in the midst, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Eyes narrowing, she placed the pale enamel back down to the earth, where she watched the plant take back hold of it. “Do you think this whole place might…?” She didn’t even finish her speculation. Perhaps she didn’t really want to dwell on the notions.
Her jaw clenched, pondering the state further. If they should even be there. If they should be warning others. If something else lurked in the midst, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Eyes narrowing, she placed the pale enamel back down to the earth, where she watched the plant take back hold of it. “Do you think this whole place might…?” She didn’t even finish her speculation. Perhaps she didn’t really want to dwell on the notions.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
