to be lit up from within
vein by vein
A smirk endeavored to her features the moment her first arrow struck. But it didn’t stay for long, eyes narrowing the instant the second seemed to escape, rallying into two makeshift Hels. With a sneer, the Honeybee reloaded, segmenting two of her arrows in another session of rapid fire.And bless little Sila, for all her lack of confidence, the youth wasn’t deterred when the bird simply didn’t fade, die, or diminish. Perhaps on a streak of emboldened properties, or simply a predacious angle of yearning to give chase, she followed, leathery wings unfurling, and fire coaxed again to smite the tangible beast.
to be the sun
MELITA
