Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
So there were some natural inclinations within Lilliane – which was good to see, given the world they lived within. One moment of staring stupefied at a monster, enemy, or adversary could mean life or death (as far as Melita was concerned; given her own history). As the block came, the spitfire nodded, a grin beginning to reform in the corners of her mouth. Less Cheshire, more amused than anything else. “All right,” and she backed off for a moment, raising the staff back into her grasp, easygoing, relaxed. Almost a nonchalant position, studying, examining, much like a cat.
Before instigating another quick movement and motion – dashing nimbly around, the armament meant to pummel somewhere near Lilliane’s shoulders. “And here?”
Before instigating another quick movement and motion – dashing nimbly around, the armament meant to pummel somewhere near Lilliane’s shoulders. “And here?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
