to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Recovered from the latest trippy experience, Melita and her companions were already enticed by the shimmering lights. A sort of gallantry and entertainment she could get behind – what with the market stalls, the aroma of hot cocoa, the promising luxere rides, and everything else notched in between. Her eyes were rounded like saucers at every turn, hitching her bag over her shoulder, increasing her strides between each and every kiosk, much like a child let loose in a candy shop. Fangorn eagerly bobbed at her heels, while Sila remained on her other shoulder, puffs of smoke wisping and curling away from her nostrils.But what to do first, when everything seemed so alluring?
to be the sun
MELITA