to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Sadly departing from the drinks for décor, the Honeybee snagged her attention back to the thick of things. Her eyes went to the centerpieces, eyes drawn in initially to the classical and elegant motifs, thinking of Ru and all her inherent regality. Looming over the dream cactus one, her brow arched, for once listening to directions and not immediately sticking her finger into it, and then to the fishbowl. “Hm,” she muttered, studying between the assortments, with a studious touch of her chin. She wasn’t certain on the third, but glanced back at Sunjata for his input as well. “I think the first or second, and she’d probably like the dream cactus the most.” Because of the implications – the Valkyrie was also one to linger in pride.
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Melita thinks one or two, but leaning more towards two.
to be the sun
MELITA
