Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita knew all about carnage. She’d seen it firsthand, over and over again, since she was little and small and couldn’t fathom the true wake of disaster. So here and now, she blinked out over the waters, her mind compelled to aid rather than sorrow or injustice. Maybe days later she’d be able to process the horror and tragedies. For now she was action and movement.
She didn’t bother waving to those she recognized; just stiffened her upper lip and carried on. Her hands went instantly to wreckage and debris, picking things up and apart before anyone else could or would – Fangorn and Sila sliding right behind, all quiet and silence. Only once did her eyes narrow dangerously at the meteor sitting amidst sea and ruin, no promise quite laden except vehemence.
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Melita comes to help on land!
She didn’t bother waving to those she recognized; just stiffened her upper lip and carried on. Her hands went instantly to wreckage and debris, picking things up and apart before anyone else could or would – Fangorn and Sila sliding right behind, all quiet and silence. Only once did her eyes narrow dangerously at the meteor sitting amidst sea and ruin, no promise quite laden except vehemence.
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Melita comes to help on land!
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
