Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She waited and watched – because something was amiss with Koa, and she couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Didn’t have the luxury of viewing it either, for it seemed to be intangible and internal, stifling and grappling with the Dragoon after a few moments. All the while, she listened too, head tilting vaguely at the mention of how they’d studied mortals and demigods (still, kinda weird but maybe it was because her formal education had been on survival and not much else). “Huh. Well. Hope it doesn't last too long.” Then she cringed, a little, uncertain about the apology floating through her teeth. “Sorry.”
But then he was slugging at her, and she had to do something else with this Wild Magic. Backing away, she could feel the fringes of his fist slide across her upper arm, not as strong as it could’ve or should’ve been, but enough to feel as she summoned another portion of Ludo’s incantations.
And another loud round of applause from the expanse.
But then he was slugging at her, and she had to do something else with this Wild Magic. Backing away, she could feel the fringes of his fist slide across her upper arm, not as strong as it could’ve or should’ve been, but enough to feel as she summoned another portion of Ludo’s incantations.
And another loud round of applause from the expanse.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
