Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Her eyes remained narrowed, dubious, watching, and scrutinizing as he meandered forward, pondering whether she’d need her weapons or not. When he just seemed to amble around the strands she relaxed a bit more, before adhering to hers, picking and plucking away at a knotted and gnarled fixture of thread stuck to stone. Not quite in the mood for bright smiles, she gave him a light one in the corner of her mouth. “I’m Melita.” Only thereafter did his titles actually register in her mind. “Dragoons? So you’re from Stormbreak?” The land had its own connotations for the Honeybee, like hunting for relics and attacks by the Ascended.
Her ease made Sila’s increase, and the dragon sidled off her shoulder and flickered towards the grass, snatching at more spiders. “Yeah. I was thinking of some kind of building material, maybe.” Perhaps they could come in use for the Ark – they didn’t seem very breakable.
Continuing to work on the knotted portions, her brow quirked up, and then came a quick shake of her head. “I’ve never seen this before.” Not finding his joke terribly funny, she gave half a snarl, much resembling Fangorn’s usual sneer, and a roll of her eyes.
Her ease made Sila’s increase, and the dragon sidled off her shoulder and flickered towards the grass, snatching at more spiders. “Yeah. I was thinking of some kind of building material, maybe.” Perhaps they could come in use for the Ark – they didn’t seem very breakable.
Continuing to work on the knotted portions, her brow quirked up, and then came a quick shake of her head. “I’ve never seen this before.” Not finding his joke terribly funny, she gave half a snarl, much resembling Fangorn’s usual sneer, and a roll of her eyes.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
