Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
If he was wary, that only made her grin widen. Melita thought it amusing to be seen as dangerous after all – and acted righteously so in those treacherous regards every so often. Best to leave the world with an impression that she could end a majority of them on her willfullness alone.
She hummed something under her breath, clearly unbothered by either his dragon (met too many; was bound to get her own) or him, though she took the offered waterskin. “Thanks.” Pouring a little into her mouth, she swished it around out of amusement, before swallowing and returning it to the stranger. “Hot springs.” She’d been to the falls – it hadn’t been of the healing variety.
The gourd at her side offered a wave of his vines at the other companion as the honeybee moved along, changing course and direction towards the aforementioned location. “I’m Melita. This is Fangorn.”
She hummed something under her breath, clearly unbothered by either his dragon (met too many; was bound to get her own) or him, though she took the offered waterskin. “Thanks.” Pouring a little into her mouth, she swished it around out of amusement, before swallowing and returning it to the stranger. “Hot springs.” She’d been to the falls – it hadn’t been of the healing variety.
The gourd at her side offered a wave of his vines at the other companion as the honeybee moved along, changing course and direction towards the aforementioned location. “I’m Melita. This is Fangorn.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
