to be lit up from within
vein by vein
A day after demolition in the desert, a good, well-earned rest, and Melita was fresh and invigorated once more, heading along the coast. She wasn’t even bothered by the cold at this point, learning her lesson from previous excursions, and including some more layers as she and her companions sauntered out amongst the tide. And they might’ve done just that, wading in and along with no true purpose, had she not spotted Flora and Hadama up ahead, near one of the canals. Curious, infinitely nosey, she skipped along towards the modest group, with Sila flying behind and Fangorn on her heels. By the time she ceased she’d careened close to them both, with a hearty wave. “Hello! What’re you up to today?” Hoping she wasn’t being rude and interrupting something, anyway.
to be the sun
MELITA
