Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Passing by another one of the tunnels, but not falling for its labyrinthine aspects, Melita only paused for a moment. “They’re down there,” she whispered, not pointing, not doing anything else to grab the birds’ attention – further along the pathway, upon the narrower edges, they were clearly feasting on something. It could’ve been one of the many other residents of the Climb, like one of those blind rats, or some other unfortunate fool. The honeybee wasn’t about to wander down and investigate – even she wasn’t that dumb.
Treading lighter, with steps not as echoing or bounding, they came upon another bend, to which she hastened to the right. She didn’t know about Halo or Frey, or Vi’s reaches, so she could only shrug at the question, presuming it was rhetorical. “I like Ludo more,” she stated, as if that was all that needed to be conveyed. “It likes to have fun. Plays games. One time it took down someone’s pants at a picnic.” Which she found, due to that unrefined immaturity, hilarious.
Treading lighter, with steps not as echoing or bounding, they came upon another bend, to which she hastened to the right. She didn’t know about Halo or Frey, or Vi’s reaches, so she could only shrug at the question, presuming it was rhetorical. “I like Ludo more,” she stated, as if that was all that needed to be conveyed. “It likes to have fun. Plays games. One time it took down someone’s pants at a picnic.” Which she found, due to that unrefined immaturity, hilarious.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
