to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Target practice was always a favorite in her book – though hers were far less ornate and more of a shambled, cobbled-together mess. Sometimes exaggerated, embellished drawings of enemies. “Sure.” Shrugging along, and snagging at her bow, along with the training portions of her arrows, the youth tilted her head, considering. “Do you mind if Sila tries too?” The flames wouldn’t have any effect, but just the notions of aim and precision might. “She’s working on her fire.”Just another reason the Honeybee was something, someone, to be feared. Or at the very least, hesitant towards. All persistent with a generous, Cheshire grin to exemplify the efforts.
to be the sun
MELITA
