Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Intelligent enough to understand the flickers of conversation, the little dragon’s nose poked out from behind fiery embers of hair, as if drawn to Flora’s complimentary efforts. Letting Sila be, to settle and figure out her parameters and particulars, Melita continued to muddle around the rocks, snagging a larger turquoise one in her grasp, before hurling it along their makeshift path. It sprayed the warm water in an array of droplets, and she stared at it, amused, before tilting her head at the question.
“I don’t think so? Seemed to be just an indication of where things should go.” A little pathway for the continuation of movement and motion, for a bubble stream to linger and prosper. Giving it a little more thought, and crouching down to grab another bigger rock, this one a dark purple that she was half-tempted to steal for herself, she considered. “Maybe big enough to be seen from a distance?” Fangorn, for his part, grumbled and waved his vines about, pointing out stones nearby that might suit their purpose.
“I don’t think so? Seemed to be just an indication of where things should go.” A little pathway for the continuation of movement and motion, for a bubble stream to linger and prosper. Giving it a little more thought, and crouching down to grab another bigger rock, this one a dark purple that she was half-tempted to steal for herself, she considered. “Maybe big enough to be seen from a distance?” Fangorn, for his part, grumbled and waved his vines about, pointing out stones nearby that might suit their purpose.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
