Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“I’m all right,” a common response uttered because to delve any deeper meant other thoughts wouldn’t be held at bay. Adrift and uncertain probably would’ve been a clearer distinction: from slaying beasts amidst the war, to now coasting along, staring at different horizons. She shrugged her shoulders, feeling Sila catch along the fabric of her dress and tilt her head in Pim’s direction. “Sure. Is there anything you wanted to work on?” Pausing, but not bothering to point out the massacred leaves and plants scattered behind them in their wake, she finally gave some credence to their attempted denizens. “We’ve both been trying for power and accuracy.” Sila for the prowess and potential, Melita for her precision.
She arched her brow at the devoutness and reverence, but said nothing more. “I heard there were some new lands and animals about too.”
She arched her brow at the devoutness and reverence, but said nothing more. “I heard there were some new lands and animals about too.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
