Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Sohalia might have been thankful now, but perhaps she should’ve waited until after, because gods knew what Melita would come up with between now and then. “Okay!” Launching off the boulder, she knotted the ends of her dress, hastening it a little higher and out of the way of her limbs. “Let’s find you a good stick then.” The Honeybee had existed, lived, and breathed by seditiously carving her way through multiple worlds, including utilizing anything she could find as a weapon. A long piece of wood was as good as anything else at this point.
Humming, she strolled along the woodline, until she snagged at something, and then rushed back over to the other youth. “So what I always do first is get a feel for it. See where you want to hold it, grasp it, and stuff.” She handed to Sohalia, waiting for the Attuned to wrap her fingers around it, and demonstrated how she held her own a few times. “When you’re comfortable, swing it around. Get used to how it moves."
Humming, she strolled along the woodline, until she snagged at something, and then rushed back over to the other youth. “So what I always do first is get a feel for it. See where you want to hold it, grasp it, and stuff.” She handed to Sohalia, waiting for the Attuned to wrap her fingers around it, and demonstrated how she held her own a few times. “When you’re comfortable, swing it around. Get used to how it moves."
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
