Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita only paused at the insinuations. She’d taught multitudes before, or merely practiced – for the youth always aimed for precision. It had done wonders, with her strength, coordination, and zest for chaos, when dealing with monsters for the war, or any other threatening semblances.
Her brows arched at the thought of Sohalia running into trouble…but wisely, maybe from some growth, didn’t acknowledge it. A part of her could relate; she’d managed to barge her way through multitudes of issues and cheated death far too many times. Perhaps it favored her boldness. “I’m not sure how much of a teacher I am,” probably shit, if they were going to be honest. “But I can give you some pointers. What did you want to learn? I’m pretty good with a bow, staff, knives…,” rattling them off her fingers, giving away perhaps that slight penchant for violence.
Her brows arched at the thought of Sohalia running into trouble…but wisely, maybe from some growth, didn’t acknowledge it. A part of her could relate; she’d managed to barge her way through multitudes of issues and cheated death far too many times. Perhaps it favored her boldness. “I’m not sure how much of a teacher I am,” probably shit, if they were going to be honest. “But I can give you some pointers. What did you want to learn? I’m pretty good with a bow, staff, knives…,” rattling them off her fingers, giving away perhaps that slight penchant for violence.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
